Heavy and light steps descending the stairs stole King Raithen and the others’ attention. They immediately looked over their shoulders to see who were coming. Two saighs escorted his weeping fifth wife, Pisha, who was held by the arms.
“How dare your saighs touch me and drag me here in the dungeon, my liege!” Pisha’s tearful complaint. Her dark green eyes reflected anger, confusion and humiliation. Her nose was already red from crying, and her straight light brown hair that was half-up and half-down was a little out of place.
The saighs quickly released her as soon as she was in front of the Naim King, who stared at her with unfazed expression on his face.
“Put her into the next cell,” he ordered the saighs that brought her in.
“Yes, my liege,” the two bowed and held Pisha by her arms
