Seven years, and I still can't blind the eyes in these walls.
Nima
Nima
The North
Saba
The entire north was mourning the death of the Grand Vizier, and Nima was unsure of what was happening with her people. One thing she knew was that her enemies were a step ahead of her. She had locked herself in her chambers all day, trying to think things through, but nothing seemed to be working. She wasn't sure if she could trust anyone anymore - not the council, not the shers, and not even her own family.
The Ashraf elders always found ways to diminish her power. They knew she was a woman, and they knew her brother was a bastard. They were the only direct lineage, and the third branch of the Ashraf family could swoop in now that her grandfather, the man who kept her in power, was no more.