She was tired of life in Sarmonia, tired of wandering through the woods. She wanted to feel a real mattress beneath her, rather than a pallet stuffed with grass. She wanted to eat bread baked in an oven, instead of the charred stuff that Father Siritalanu managed beside a campfire. She wanted to bathe with heated, scented water, rather than splashing her face clean in a stream. She wanted to return to Moren. And yet, she had only herself to blame. Nearly a year ago, when she had stood in Morenia holding a vial of poison meant for her queen, she had thought that she made all the correct decisions. Discarding the poison, replacing it with water.… She had warned off Mareka, informed Hal of the danger that he faced. But she had not done enough. She had not managed to save her city, to protect Moren against the combined forces of Brianta and Liantine. A dull rumble of thunder rolled across the back of her mind–Shad whispering that there was nothing she could have done differently. She grimaced at the god of truth.
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