The High Lady (Part 2)

The high lady seemed rather surprised to have heard her speak at all. Bardia kept glancing back and forth at the two of them.

“Who do you think I am?” said Lady Azar. “Tell me what you think of me, would you?”

Sarian shook her head, unwilling to answer. “High lady… please…”

“Don’t worry, Sarian, nobody is going to harm you. You can speak your mind. I just want to know where you stand.”

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The High Lady (Part 1)

The walls were not thick enough to muffle the shouting, and Sarian’s efforts to ignore them were in vain. These arguments had become a family tradition ever since Bardia had joined the Marble Palace. Now that the palace and the opposition had both resorted to violence, her family, too, seemed to have lost all sense of restraint.

This has to stop. She smacked the door open, glaring at them. Her father turned around with bulging eyes. “I told you to stay in the room.”

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