Azriel's eyes narrowed. "Are you insulting me, Pen?"
"I wouldn't dare, my Lord, I am sorry you saw it that way."
"You," Azriel wagged a finger at her. "You are in luck. I've got a couple of shoes that would fit you." He summoned a passing guard. "I'm sure you'd like them."
Penelope watched with horror as Azriel gave the guard instructions to fetch the shoes. Once he was gone, she whipped her head back to Azriel.
"I would rather not wear the forgotten shoes of...your guests, my Lord."
Azriel looked humored. "Guests? They are my sister's shoes."
Penelope was shot with surprise. She never knew of any family of his, nor had she seen them come visiting.
"You don't have a sister," she said as bait, testing his truth.
