“I insist you open this cell now. This instant.” her voice was low and sharp as the executioner’s axe while her pale blue eyes were as cold as the ice on Anvilmar Lake.
The guard swallowed thickly but stood his ground. “Orders are no one sees the prisoner.”
The woman took a deep breath, leaning menacingly close to the guard. “He is my brother. I demand to see him.”
“Begging your pardon ma’am but you’re being another priest and all don’t give you pass to see the prisoner.”
“He is my brother by birth you dolt. We share parents, we share blood.” she straightened, bringing her several inches taller than the guard. She peered down the length of her narrow nose, her expression leaving no doubt as to her lowly...