The sun had risen fully by the time she left the law district and most of the people she passed were carrying parasols to ward off the rays, she shook her head as she passed a well dressed women who had two servants holding opposite ends of a large black parasol held up on poles and was fanning herself with a delicate lace fan, ghetto dwellers learnt to live with the sun and the heat, it was natural. Narla watched in amusement as the women disappeared around a corner muttering to her servants about the 'unnatural' heat.
There was an increasing amount of guards the further into the districts she went.
She considered turning back and waiting in the alley, but then an image of Lian's blood pooling around her feet stopped her, when ever she went over what happened she saw Lian and her killing him, but what she saw most clearly was Kris's face, he didn't care that he had made her kill in cold blood, he didn't care that he had made her feel overwhelming guilt, he didn't even care that Lian was now dead.
He made her hate herself and him-
-Wait. Did she hate him?
She frowned and pictured his handsome face in her mind.
Yes. She did hate him.
The revelation came as shock to her, so much so that she stopped walking. All this time she had liked Kris, he had given her a life, he had saved her and trained her so she could pay back her debt. She had always looked up to him, first as a saviour then as a brother and then..... she didn't know, she was attracted, she thought he was handsome but.....
She cursed herself silently and contined walking, what did it matter that she had just realised she hated Kris. She would continue to live with him and steal for him and kill for him-the thought made her wince-for as long as she lived. She had no other choice.
It was simply the way things were for her and ghetto dwellers. She would serve Kris or die, just like Lian. Maybe death would be the right option.
No. No! she screwed up her face and shook her head.
Death was not the way, she was a ghetto dweller, her life was a constant battle for survival, she had not survived this far to give up now.
Straightening her back she walked on until she came to the end of the buildings, the trade root came to an abrupt end and all that lay in front of her was an area so big Narla ground to a halt and stared, unable to quite believe her eyes.
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Kingdom of thieves
RomanceSaynts is a country where the classes are segregated. Two young women, compete opposites in every way, find themselves doing the impossible as they strive to bring about change. Ayssa, future queen and Narla, ghetto thief, create an unlikely friends...
