"..."
As Lady Inayah finished listening to the chilling recount of her friend's first murder, her throat went parched, and her mouth turned dry as a desert.
She wanted to speak but the words simply wouldn't come. Her heart felt that cold and icy.
However this reaction was not from shock over what her friend was capable of- the ebony lady had gotten that lesson long, long ago. She was much more stunned at the fact how vicious her friend was from such a young age- long before she met her.
Lady Inayah had always believed the Queen Mother's mischief began much later- most likely after she had been bullied by the much older and stronger imperial concubines. So it had seemed like a simple case of tit for tat.
But now... it appeared the black noblewoman would need to revise her timeline.
