“So why didn’t you ask your wife to do this?” she pried. “You know her room is right there?” Nyla pointed down the hall that connected my chambers to Koraine’s room. “She’s not my wife yet,” I murmured. Nyla hit my arm. I winced at the sting of pain, and she instantly drew back. Her eyes widened with horror, realizing she’d hit my burns. “I’m so sorry,” she began, but I held up my arm and gave a small chuckle. “It’s alright,” I assured her. “She has enough to worry about, and I don’t want her dragged any more into our father’s cruelty.”
