Mirelah;
Meadow and I look at each other as Azra follows us into my bedroom. Meadow looks worried, and I can understand why. Azra never acts this way. She never supports or defends me.
She's always scheming and planning to implicate me, and now suddenly today, she stood up for me in front of two kingdoms, and the most important families of the realm.
It was a show. And I want to know what her motive is.
"That was quite a display…" she finally says, and I give Meadow a knowing look as she moves over and begins to help me out of this dress's uncomfortable prison.
"How do you mean?" I question Azra, who is standing by the door, and she chuckles.
"Oh, you know. Slapping someone in public, dragging her by her hair. It's like you were a different person. That's not the Mirelah everyone knows back home." She says with tooth-aching sweetness, and I scoff as Meadow takes off my whisk collar.
