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"Enough, Nivram." Isokla told him in her soft voice, yet her words held a quiet authority to them. Laying a gentle hand on his shoulder, she restrained him, adding "Calm yourself."
To Zakaria, she turned an icy gaze of blue towards him and spoke with deathly softness, "I have warned you about addressing me with such familiarity. I warned you it will not be tolerated and I am done dealing with imbeciles and fools. You are both. Speak to me no more; do not apologise, do not speak. If I hear one more word from you addressing me, I promise you, you will regret it. Are we absolutely crystal clear?”
If looks could kill, well, Zakaria would long have been turned into a pillar of shattered ice. Her words held no threat of violence, only the promise of dire consequences should he see fit to disobey her. Not only was there cold, quiet fury in her eyes, but there was also grief.
As she turned back to Nivram, she said simply, "We are done here.” Addressing Ydalon this time, she questioned "How long do you plan to allow such things to stand, o leader mine? I strongly suggest you impliment restraint and disciple in your ranks. Kindly keep your followers on a leash, great lord." There was no sarcasm in her words, only blithing contempt for Zakaria.
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