“You’re lying.” Talia says for the hundredth time as Cele cuts a thick piece of meat into bite sized pieces. A man had brought two plates of food into the room and the smell of spices and sweets filled the air. Talia is too stunned to feel hungry and all she can do is repeat, “You’re lying.”
Cele brings the plates over to the bed and settles down cross-legged with the plates between them. She begins to eat her food, “What makes you so sure?”
“My mother was Imani Coltharp of the Wharz province! She was a warrior and died a warrior’s death! How dare you…”
“Did you look like her? She died when you were young. Do you remember what she looks like?” Cele asks. Her gaze penetrates Talia’s and she finds herself unable to look away.
“I...I resemble my father.” Talia stammers. She begins to rem
