Madam Melisa and the maids quickly stepped back as the guards responsible for Sorayah's and Lily's suffering rushed to obey Dimitri's silent command. They hastily freed the two young women from the wooden chairs they had been bound to, allowing them to collapse onto the cold stone floor.
Dimitri strode past them without a second glance, his long coat billowing slightly behind him as he made his way toward the chair his eunuch had swiftly placed down. With effortless grace, he sat, his piercing gaze now fixed on Madam Melisa.
A smirk curled on his lips as his eyes flickered downward, taking in the broken forms of Sorayah and Lily. Blood stained their torn garments, their battered bodies trembling with exhaustion and pain. Yet instead of ordering them to be treated, he simply allowed them to remain there, bleeding, suffering.
Of course. Sorayah thought bitterly, struggling to stay conscious. I should have known better than to expect mercy from him.
