"You, old lady, do not belong here. Get out of here."
A whiplash of emotions arrived on Mirsha's face that she could not quite understand how she should react to Jaren's words. Should she be offended by mocking or be touched by his honesty? In the end all that could escape from her was, "What?"
"Tsk, are you deaf, stupid, or both? I said leave and give the seat to that guy behind you." Jaren's face was beginning to twist in irritation when Mirsha showed no sign of moving, "What the fuck are you doing? Get out of here already."
No one stopped Jaren. Even if they did not voice their opinions it was clear they shared the sentiment. Mirsha did not belong in the room with them. Not just because she was an aristocrat and was a nobody. But because she was weak.
Their eyes were directed at her. It was piercing and demeaning and Mirsha looked at Jaren to give him an answer, "No "
