Celia physically recoiled at the harsh words.
What is this bitch on about, her mind howled? She just sits there and talks about my son possibly dying, like it's nothing more than an annoyance?
How much trouble would I get in if I grabbed Sarai by the pristine scruff of her fur trimmed neck and physically hurled her out of my rooms?
Probably a lot.
"I'm sorry you've been brought up to think that love is supposed to be transactional." Celia tried to keep her voice from shaking. "I'm sorry you can only love someone for what you think you can get from them in return. That's not real love, sister. And now I need you to leave my chambers."
"What? Are you ordering me out now?" Sarai raised her faint brows.
"I am. You can walk out using your own two feet or you can find out what it feels like to have one of those women kick you out." Celia said coolly. "The choice is yours, sister."