Blackwater Islands bailando

who was this whelp to speak so condescendingly to her? had she not dealt with the little prince she might have snapped right then. a muscle jumped in her cheek. she hated that she was not as veiled as jawahir. "i provide fire in the bedchamber," belen murmured, her voice a silken overture. her time with kasmut had proven enough. but she did not think this girl was interested. "i am ready to be taught, listener." this time her voice did not move. defiance. belen tested as she had been taught by the politics of her court.