It took four more days before they reached the capital city, all of which were a painful blur in Misa's memory. She was sure she hadn't gotten a wink of sleep on the journey. Not with all the guilt and Nisha's threat hanging over her head.
With the treaty planned to be signed within a week and half, Misa wasn't sure how things would play out. A part of her wanted to send Royle some sort of letter to warn him about Nisha, but she knew doing so would only urge him to join her as soon as he could. And if Nisha intercepted it...Misa shuddered. She didn't even want to think about it. It had filled her mind so much that she couldn't concentrate on how different Rowemor was compared to Giligha and Harthem, and she hadn't been able to pay attention to what the streets looked like.
"We're here,"
