"The locket?" Rina repeated, her brows furrowing in confusion. Her voice dropped with disbelief. "What foolishness... What could she have possibly exchanged for her lost senses? What kind of reckless, heartbreaking act did she perform?"
Kisha went silent, her gaze dropping to the floor. She clenched her fists, fighting the urge to speak. Anaya had already warned her to keep quiet about the incident surrounding the locket, and she had promised to honor that. But Rina was already observing her too closely, sensing the change in her demeanor. With a sharp tilt of her chin, she gave a silent command.
One of Rina's trusted female warriors stepped forward without hesitation, grabbed Kisha roughly by the arm, and yanked her to her feet. The woman's blade was unsheathed in an instant, its cold edge pressing against Kisha's throat.
"Have mercy, Your Highness!" Kisha cried, terror shining in her eyes. Her legs trembled, and her lips quivered as she dared not move.
