Chapter 72
Ella
Xaero’s braying, donkey laugh erupted all for a second before I had silenced him with a flick of my wrist. My long skirts swished with every movement I made, even as I turned to adjust the headdress I crafted this morning. It was a heavy thing and in no way little. I think I gained a hundred pounds just by wearing the monstrosity of it.
But I was nothing if not thorough.
So, I merely smiled in the same way a bland lady in a royal court would and winked at Safiya whose eyes twinkled, impressed.
“You look splendid, Mistress,” she said with utter delight. Her sapphire eyes roamed over the deep purple robes I had selected. “A glorified Seer, then?”
I snorted. “A disgraced witch, more like,” I chuckled. “My head accessory turned out looking like a gods-damned
