[color=f26522]‘I’m Eighteen”[/color] she stated, [color=f26522]"I, um, I'm here to do work for the king,"[/color]. 

[color=00a651][i]Working for the king doubtfull[/i][/color] I thought. there was no way she was working for the king. By the looks of it she was probably a slave. Her hair was a mess and cover in blood, her wrist has scratches on them probably from chains and she was not from this country. 

[color=f26522]"Uh, so what is your name? I'm Jasmine Harona,"[/color] she said, [color=f26522]"And by the way, you're going to need to let me get closer to you than that, I'm supposed to be healing you."[/color].

[color=00a651]“where I come from, names are sacred, and you must earn the right to someone name”[/color] I explained, [color=00a651]“and I don’t need any healing”[/color]. I scooted further away from her still felling uncountable. It was strange to have someone else here, It was usually quite dark.