Arata was lying on a huge bed in his new chambers. This place seemed unusual and strange to him. In the pen with slaves where he lived before, at least everything was obvious, but here behind every word lay a network of intrigues... In any case, Arata was still just a child and could understand little. So he just lay there with a thoughtful expression on his face and a small, serene smile in his face.
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