Marry who you want to marry, not because you have to.
Ismet
Sania
The North
SABA
"Get ready, we're leaving at first light," a voice snapped Sania out of her tangled thoughts. She turned around to find her husband at the door.
"Don't you think it's too sudden? Not to mention the fact that Lady Safah is suspicious already, knowing your darkest secrets?" she stood up from the edge of the bed and headed towards him.
"We're leaving now, it's easier and less complicated. Lord Anwar's death would unleash a deadly void that would swallow everything and everyone. I'm already hearing whispers of conspiracy and worse, impeachment. We leave now, and we leave with our heads intact," Khalji insisted. She could tell he was afraid; Lady Safah had something on him, something that if it reached the wrong ears, not only would his head be on a spike, but his whole house would suffer.