Chapter 39 The Duties Of A Harem Woman

I look at Bethany, whose chin is down to her chest, her face pale white and from what I can see, completely miserable. An accusation of murder is a serious one. Perhaps not so much around here, where whippings and poison seem to be par for the course. But back home where I’m from, people generally don’t go around so flippantly with their hatreds and murderous intent.