“You do that for me. Human life is not a treasure, Shruti. It is a tool and a weapon. A general must not be afraid to make his weapons sharp. Now, if you will excuse me, I have my men to attend to. Make sure Dravi sleeps well, hm?”
Rastaban listened to the angry words and wondered if Shruti would send him away. But she couldn’t send him away unless she was a witch, and best he could tell, she was only a woman.
“Mother, does Father not love me anymore?” a boy asked. Dravi.
“He will always love you.”
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