Chapter 17 Mistress Thessaly
- "Greetings, Mistress Thessaly," she curtsied.
- Thessaly met her bow with a stony silence, her jade eyes assessing Sheera with cool indifference.
- She had a delicate fragrance clinging to her clothes - one that Sheera loved. And the lady was really pretty - much pretty than Odessa, if Sheera had a say.