“My dear,” judging by the sound, the Caesar took a sip of wine, “let’s start with the fact that most of the blame is on me, yet, unlike you, I knew who you were setting free, we’ll end up with the fact that if you didn’t appear on the Free islands, the boy would be sacrificed to the River God.
Turning around, she looked at Araeden in bewilderment. My husband saluted me with a bottle, took another sip of wine and explained:
“Human concubines, my gentle, the main scourge of all fair ladies. Raised in a deadly competition, existing in roughly the same conditions, and seeing the sole purpose of their existence in the bed of a lord, they are subject to a distortion of the psyche so that other lives, except their own, lose their meaning. It remains the desire to win at any cost. And as long as
