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The Mistress flicked her fingers, a simple gesture, quick, precise, dismissive.
“Estel. Vorna. Get her dressed,” she ordered, pointing at me without even sparing me a full glance. “Then take them both to your quarters. They will stay there for now.”
Her tone made it sound like she was sending two stray animals to the stable.
Estel and Vorna bowed quickly.
“Yes, Mistress.”
Liora and I weren’t dismissed, not officially, but the Mistress had turned away already, her mind moving on as if we were beneath even her cruelty. She swept out of the room with the same cold authority she came in with, leaving the air feeling a little lighter but my chest somehow tighter.
Estel approached me cautiously, her hands gentle as she helped loosen my grip from the sheet. I hated how my fingers s
