XXII. Poison

Amanda's purple beads widened in fright. "Sorry sir, I don't understand what you mean, sir."

"Who are your parents?"

"Ba-baron Broke," Amanda stuttered.

She didn't even cover up that her father was a 'baron.' She wasn't a maid in that house. If she lied, she would say the same thing as her father if they were 'duke' class aristocrats. "Who's Gisella?" asked Illarion, again.

"My sister."

Illarion's eyebrows rose to one side. Her sister? Why was she treated like that by her sister? They do not seize each other's territory. Illarion increasingly does not understand, and maybe she is just having a bad dream of being enslaved by her family. And why should I worry about her dream?

"D-did I do something wrong, Sir?"

"No," replied Illarion to the girl in his arms. Several minutes passed, and the big man had not moved from his position. Illarion did this unconsciously, his eyes roaming every inch of the tiny figure beneath him. The beautiful Amethyst beads, the long curling eyelashes, the high