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In fact, it had scarcely been a century and their militant fanaticism had rooted itself in society deeper than the massive trees in the Eső Forest.
Kiira was silent for many minutes, staring into the distance. When it was clear she wouldn’t soon speak, Rokath and Xa
Finally, she lifted her glass and drained it. When she placed it on the table, the clang shattered the quiet. “I have conditions.”
“Name them,” Xa
“First, bastards acquire full rights of their father’s houses. Second, priestesses will remain unmarried.” This caveat she added should any female wish to avoid contact with males altogether. “Third, I retain equal status with the two of you.” She lifted her chin and straightened in her seat. With her body decorated in bruises, she exuded power with the posture. “I will never be beneath a male again, vulnerable to his whims. You will not force me to marry against my will. You will allow me to build a temple in equal splendor to Gyor Palace.” She continued to list off her requirements, refusing to bend under the males’ heavy stares.
“You have all of them,” Xa
Kiira huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Beneath the table, her foot swung in an erratic rhythm as she considered the amendment to her condition. She stilled, then returned her attention to her cousins. “Fine. We have a deal?”
Xa
Once their wounds had begun to heal, Xa
The three smacked their glasses against the table with resounding thuds, the effects of which wouldn’t be felt for centuries to come.