Chapter 9

To say my mother wasn't pleased would have been an understatement. Cyra and I had spent hours afterwards telling and re-telling our stories. At some point a guard entered and murmured into my mother's ear. Her face crumpled even more; I didn't even know that it could be possible. Atarah had rubbed her temples slowly and rose from her seat. Apparently, she had other matters to look to instead of our little squabble with the humans. And away we were swooped to be held in our rooms until she could deal out fitting punishments. To both of us. According to her, ladies didn't conduct themselves in such rude fashion. Throw in the whole loyalist jeweller debacle and me picking a fight for no good reason with the shop keeper, I could only imagine what she had in store for me. We were nobility. The royals upheld the standards for everyone else to follow, but it didn't help that we sometimes set the standards so low. I had no doubt that word of our little deviant act would spread like wildfire