Sky Mesa isn’t truth supposed to set you free?

enslaved. a woman! Toula felt horror rise within her at the thought. such a thing felt and sounded archaic, and Toula’s expression turned stormy. let such a thing never be a practice in—
Akashingo? she breathes back, having only enough self control to maintain the neutrality of her features. she wrestled then, with self, with all that she knew. Senmut’s words came to her, said so long ago—never fully believed, not truly. 
but now… now… who is your father? she asked, but now thought only of her own.