7
A Separation
Jessalan sat, her own green eyes staring back at her calmly as she inspected her appearance in the mirror. Laura, her maid, put the finishing touches on her hair. It always amazed her that Laura and the other girls she commanded, when the occasion warranted it, succeeded in transforming her from a ‘wild hellion’, as some would called her, to a ‘Lady’ in such a short space of time.
In a strange twist, it was the women born to the middle ranks in society who seemed to have more choice in what they did or wore—even their profession, if they chose to have one. There were even women in the King’s Guard; granted, not too many, but they were shown the same respect as their male counterparts. Jessalan grinned. She knew that was, in part, because the guards in question were capabl
