"At least you will be far from him." Olivera heard Azeera mutter and huff as she beheld the state of her room.
She saw Azeera's indecision wrecking her body as the mistress contemplated on whether to come in and explore the room or stay out, but Olivera could deduce that Azeera hadn't been in this room before.
Moreover, as much as Azeera hadn't been aware of the beauty of the room, the mistress was glad that Olivera wouldn't be staying with Raul. That was a win for her.
Olivera wasn't glad though. The room was good, way better, yes. But she wasn't happy that she was away from Raul. Her heart still hurt from the plight.
However, she was deciding to let go of the sad development, to let go of her obsession with Raul for a moment, to be glad that at least that he hadn't asked her to be just a slave, or sent her back to the dungeon.
