The sound of approaching footsteps reached her ears first, followed almost immediately by that smug, oily voice she could not stand even on the best of days. Not long after, Laheir emerged into view and came to a halt before her, dressed in layers of expensive robes stitched with fine embroidery, no doubt purchased with money siphoned straight from the palace coffers.
Nheera's gaze flicked briefly around the room, taking in the towering spires visible through the tall arched windows, the polished marble floors that gleamed beneath the light, the ostentatious display of wealth meant to impress. This entire property, she was certain, had been paid for with the same stolen funds.
