âI know you far better than you think you know yourself.â
A flash of emerald eyes charged with defiance, gazed in the direction of the man who was more like a brother to her, than a mentor. Yet, her eyes softened and her agitated stance loosened, crossing her arms under her ample chest. A deep sigh passed through the dancers nose, as she gently shook her head.
âForgive me, my anger doesnât reside with you.â Raven black locks fell over her naked shoulders, as she titled her head a little to the side. âYou know me... and my rash behaviour. You know I canât stand for injustice.â Esmeralda scoffed at the last, gazing over at her âkingâ.
âWhat would you have had me do? Let them beat, mock and torture the hunchback? You know I couldnât have just stood by and let them do that.â













