Samira walked into see Ohara standing by the window. She did not know what she felt in the moment, but it was definitely better than how she felt waiting outside.
"Greetings, Lady Samira," Ohara replied.
"Greetings, Lady Ohara," Samira replied. She walked forward and bowed slightly.
"There is no need for you to bow," Ohara said. It made her feel uncomfortable
"Of course there is, my lady. You are a duchess, a title far higher than mine, apart from that, you are an in-law to the king, I am much more lower than you," Samira said.
"I do not believe in any of that," Ohara replied. She was not the sort of person who cared about titles and ranks.
"You might not believe it, but it is the truth," she replied.
"What brings you here?" Ohara asked.
"I am here to greet you," Samira replied.
Ohara frowned, she did not believe that.
"You came all the way here simply to greet me?".
Samira nodded, she knew that is sounded absurd, but it was the truth—somewhat.
