Persea's eyes danced at the idea, but as quickly as the light was there, it began to fade.
"I... am sure it is lovely," she said, clearing her throat and taking the goblet to her lips again. "But regrettably, it would be unwise to leave my country in a time such as this."
Where there have been threats with snakes..
and now not only are her own people upset with her, the slaves, it seems as well! Oh, Hakeshna! Give her strength! And she found herself idly clutching to a necklace she wore, and taking another sip too many of her wine. She knew she was a light weight, and keep the airs of being a delicate drinker none the less, but this man, this whole situation had caught her off guard, and her nerves, normally so well concealed, were becoming so painfully visible.
But she would not be the weak link. Her father had been such a powerful man, and had mentioned that one crack could cause an avalanche, and she did not want to be responsible for the true downfall of the position of the Shah.