2.3

Sanchez moved to the floor. His right index knuckle lifted her flesh to see the sun mark. He groaned in annoyance. His kinsmanship had the bastard child of the sun. Something in him snapped. Despite her father being the king, he didn’t want this little brat in his clan. She needed to leave. Suffer so much that she chose the moon goddess. He bellowed. “After school, you will come to the temple. No excuses and no exceptions.”

Manuella finally entered the room to see him kneeling on the floor too close for comfort to the young child. “Sir, their parents wish to speak with you.”

Sanchez got up and purposely bumped into her. Kataya stumbled over her clothing. Manuella came to help her up. “I’m sorry, little one.”

Kataya hurried to dress. The feelings of being exposed for this long and having the elder be rude to her was enough to make tears trickle down her cheek. Her voice held back the tears threatening to fall. “Why are you sorry?”

Manuella attempted to make light of the situation.