Why. Because Leonora is an old woman. Because Leonora is a powerful woman. Because Leonora, like Hurrem Sultan, feeds and clothes the people of her town.
He presses his face to the bars. “Who is there? Who are you?”
She answers with a calm that surprises her. “It is me, Papa. Bilhah.” It is on her tongue to say, your daughter, but he does not deserve it.
“What?” He shakes his head in confusion.
Then, suddenly, his face grows red. He jerks forward, banging his head against the bars. Thud, thud, thud.
Bilhah stares, trying to push away the horror building up inside her.
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