MIRA
I turn, trying to look as careless as is only humanly possible, and ask, “What now?”
Isidore’s gaze is piercing through me, her hands are on her sides and I hear a light tapping of her feet, “I need to check if you have stolen anything before you go!”
“Pardon me, what again?” my jaw may have dropped to the floor. Is this really what she is thinking about now?
“You coming to different rooms and begging for jewellery but not taking anything is way too suspicious!” she smirks, “I bet there will be loads of lost jewels tomorrow! Freyn family is not that rich, right?”
“Right,” I smile and tilt my head slightly to my right, “It’s not the money we are famous for, simple merchants weren’t our ancestors. The best and most noble honourable warriors created our family line. Freyn’s
