NA’IMAH
“Your Highness.” They all turned in his direction and bowed.
I watched in real time as fear overtook their entire form, their bodies no better than those of trees at the mercy of the harsh evening wind.
Kaedyr hadn’t uttered another word, and the guards didn’t dare to move from the bowing position they held. The one guard that pushed me immediately began rambling as he realized Kaedyr’s silence meant he was waiting for an answer.
“Your Highness, the lady slipped and fell. The earth is muddy and slippery due to the recent rain and she, um… she stepped on her dress and—and fell,” he fumbled with his words. And I doubt if he actually believed what he was saying.
An awkward silence lingered in the air until Kaedyr finally spoke, “She slipped on her dress and fell?” His voice crack
