“Ugh!” she yells, her voice muffled from the other side of the solid wood. “Go off, you fools.” I raise my eyebrows and turn to look at Dustan. He meets my gaze steadily. “Some of the guardsmen may harbor a bit of resentment that she has remained in her quarters.” “Do you?” “No, my lord.” I wonder if that’s true. He must harbor a bit if he’s allowing it to continue unchecked. He clears his throat. “She does not endear herself. Her violin can be heard through the hallways hours before sunrise.” I almost smile. It’s no wonder Zo and Harper are friends.
such fierce and independent women! we love to see it :')
