21
Nasrin
“Will my brothers scold me?” Zara asked, her voice small, sulking in the chair.
“For what?” I asked, watching the hairdresser snip away at her roughly cut hair.
I had called the best hairdresser in Azmia, offering a bonus if she would cut the Princess’s hair in her room and keep it a secret. I was sure Zain wouldn’t want rumors about Zara spreading across like a wildfire.
“For disappointing them,” she answered.
“They are not disappointed in you, Zara. You are their little sister. You could never disappoint Zain or Khalid. They got a little mad because they thought they couldn’t protect you, and that you are hurt because of their carelessness.”
“I don’t want them to be angry because of me, Nasrin,” she muttered. “How do I make them not mad? Khalid won’t even look at me.
