Yeah, so maybe—maybe—the cities were slightly better than the villages. Maybe they had a bit more order, a few extra brain cells, and possibly even the tiniest clue about sanitation. Maybe they weren't digging soup bowls out of mud and using ferns for napkins. Maybe—just maybe—they were inching toward something that looked like a Bronze Age upgrade.
Well, of course they would, Isabella thought, smirking to herself with the kind of unshakable confidence only someone who's never been humbled a day in her life could possess. The confidence of a goddess surrounded by mere mortals. I'm here now, she mused, eyes glittering with self-admiration. And with me around, anything's possible.
Her brain was already spiraling into the usual inner praise parade.
