Ashlee sat in silence, her thoughts spiraling as she processed the horrors she’d just witnessed.
“How on earth is it even possible to have the courage to sell your own child?” she finally muttered, her voice low but laced with indignation. “How inhumane can people be?”
Kelzriss sighed, running a hand through his hair as he glanced at her. “When we reach the palace, do not mention the entertainment markets. Greet the Queen with respect, and try to act… more elegantly. You don’t seem to be the type, but still, try. Just follow my lead and, most importantly, don’t speak carelessly. And for the love of the gods, keep your sarcasm to yourself. She’d kill you without hesitation.”
Ashlee’s eyes, brimming with unshed tears, locked on Kelzriss. “Why are you even telling me all this?” she asked,
