“Ouch! You’re pulling our hair, you stupid girl!” Cahala swatted at the maid’s hand. “One would think you grew up in the woods, not in what is supposed to be one of the finest cities of this continent.” Even saying that brought a cringe about, because her lodgings left much to be desired. Cramped in an ordinary residence with rooms resembling cargo crates instead of comfortable and spacious chambers, and a garden the size of a single flowerbed, she hardly could consider her surroundings “finest.”
“I’m so sorry, my lady. I’ll be more careful.”
The fear and servility in the girl’s voice soothed Cahala’s mood only a little, because no matter how many times she expressed her displeasure or threatened to send them away, those Kaighalan servants never yielded to address her appropriately. She
