Leigh was much like her omm, proud and sure of herself. She knew her place in life and knew what it took to get tasks accomplished. She didn’t question the way things were; she accepted the truths and carried out the orders. She was his pride, the reason he continued fighting for the kingdom. It was a shame Sarah wasn’t there to see how Leigh had turned out. She would’ve relished that her bent had defeated her akhs and left them branded the fools that they really had been. Haydar moved to rest on his sofa, the black leather clinging to his body while the warm temperature of the room made him think of his life back in Zahle. He missed the climate, but when he was reminded of it, he always thought back to that night in 1777 when he took down his okht and her consort. “Dominic and Derrik, you go inside the castle and find your amma. Hold her and the brats there until your okht and I make it in. Do NOT kill them without me!” Haydar commanded as he guided his men through the castle.
