Rebecca leans forward, prodding Mora in the sternum with a bony finger, "Are you actually saying that you, a slave, think you are better than me?"

This time it isn't Mora's anger that makes her react, but her mind; in the heat of being insulted, even a thoughtful Princess wouldn't take abuse from someone such as Rebecca. She stands, grabbing the woman's wrist. Her chair flies backwards so suddenly that the fat one, shocked by it, falls flat on her ass. Mora slowly twists Rebecca's hand, prying the bony finger away from her chest. The sneer is wiped off of the woman's face and is replaced by anger and pain;...