![]() ![]() Loose lips would surely unravel my entire plan. I silently thank the Undying Gods that I was trained to listen rather than talk. ![]() I wait while I lay my head on my pillow, the sounds the other concubines’ quiet murmurings filling our chamber. I wait until I return, until I manage to scrub the last of his scent off my skin. Until long after my husband comes for me, his gaze glinting with excitement as he pulls me from the rest of his wives and takes me to his chamber. I wait to flee until the night is at its deepest. They would offer me up for slaughter if they knew what I intended. But though I pity them, I do not trust them. I don’t blame them I might’ve been this way if I had to sleep with my child’s executioner over and over again. Time and experience have made them bitter. I’m surrounded by women with sharp eyes and lying smiles. ![]()
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