An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
He knew he was to be sold and he knew at the high price that he'd been tagged the only people who’d be able to afford him would be a rich, pampered and spoiled human who’d see him only as a toy. A slave. A pet.
To see his buyer be someone who looked no older than 17 wearing a dress decorated by clumsily sewn patches was surprising to say the least.
So his second assumption was that they’d immediately put him to some kind of work to recuperate what was spent. A long term investment of some sort.
Being set free was not among his expectations.
“You paid the man a 100 gold coins just to set me free?”














