“Wait.” His voice reverberates with authority. I turn back to him, shoulders bowed, aware that I am a servant again, that I must obey his orders, that whatever power I might have I have only because he has granted it to me. I wish that I could hate him for it. His features stiffen and he looks away. “Do what you will.” I hesitate, watching the fall of shadows on his face. “Get out, then,” he snarls, starting toward me. “Flee back to your geese and forget I called you here.”
I just want this power imbalance to leave the room so we can have thorn and kestrin actually have a more balanced relationship
