Aurora:
Jia quickly wiped the tears away with the back of her hand, looking almost ashamed for showing this vulnerable part of her personality.
"It's okay, sweetheart," I squeezed her hands and removed them, "No need to feel guilty. You are such a brave girl."
And now I understand why the warriors bowed to her. This was sometimes done to keep the witches happy so that they wouldn't cast a spell on their masters.
They were given the impression that they were part of the master's family, but then they could be easily killed and disposed of by their master.
Footsteps echoed, and Jia's shoulders stiffened. Her eyes darted towards the dark hallway, and the color drained from her face.
"Jia?" I whispered, but she quickly pulled her hands back from the bars.
A low creak was heard down the corridor, and Jia now moved back from the cell.
"Don't talk," She hissed under her breath, brushing her hair out of her face, "He is coming."
"Who?"
