Kaelyn took the hit a faint cry of pain escaping. Lya's hand was not a fist but the woman was stronger than most. Still, Kaelyn had taken worse blows and so she kept her wits. Kaelyn raised her head again to meet her goodsister's eyes with nothing but disdain. Her lip was wet with blood and she wiped it away with her hand.
"Then take him to his father, or be silent in the running of this house. Hit me all you like, I will not bow to your every cursed whim. It is past time someone in this world reminded you that whatever else you are, you are a weak, selfish girl who has shamed her family's name and continues to do so."