The Years of My Slavery were evil. I worked like a dog every day for 12 hours nonstop. On the brighter side, everyone in the city loved me, and I loved them. I would walk by the markets everyday and give them gifts or buy food from them to help their families. I started these tasks of slavery at the grand age of 9,and they kept going on and on again for years. I would cry, every night wishing for my life to be different and for me to be done with all this bother.
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The Story Of A Black Targaryen
FanfictionLyra is a member of House Targaryen, born to a lesser-known branch of the family. After the fall of the Targaryen dynasty, she is captured and given as a slave to the Lannisters as a symbol of their victory. She is forced to serve in the Red Keep, w...