With that, Dimitri turned on his heel and strode out of the training grounds, his broad shoulders disappearing into the distance. He left without a second glance, abandoning Sorayah to whatever fate awaited her in his absence.
The moment he was gone, a wicked smirk curled upon Mira's lips. Slowly, she turned to face Sorayah, who was still kneeling on the hard ground. The victorious gleam in her eyes was unmistakable.
At the subtle flick of Mira's wrist, the guards who had just returned from burying her slain maids stepped forward. Without hesitation, they seized Sorayah by her arms, hauling her roughly to her feet. Her body swayed slightly, but she steadied herself, refusing to show weakness.
