The Sisters’ Fight.

"Lady Dorianna, you have a visitor." The guard's voice sliced through Dorianna's fifty-count sit-ups.

She stopped, panting, and pushed herself to her feet, expecting Raula. So, when Blaize walked in, it was a genuine surprise.

"Blaize, what a surprise." Dorianna's voice, though a little breathless, held genuine welcome. "I'd hug you, but I'm sweaty from my workout. Finding ways to pass the time in prison isn't easy," she added with a dry, almost bitter laugh.

The stale air of her cell seemed to mock her words.

Blaize leaned in, her movements gentle, and pressed a light kiss to her sister's cheek.