Jodai’s entrance was unceremonious, a presence cleaving through the chamber to eye the have-draft mural before taking in the coolness of lapis lazuli.
“What were you hoping to accomplish by that, amiirad?” A title meant to sting.
She had succeeded beyond measure in but one endeavor: estranging every denizen of satriya from lowliest peasant to pharaoh and royal wife alike.
