Sastra went to sleep that night, feeling a strange sense of peace and contentment. Something she was unused to. Her life at Court had been good, filled with plans and people. There was always something to do, some scandal to encourage or uncover. But aside from her cousins, Sastra hadn’t formed many close friendships, except with Sasha, a girl who’d been more than Lady in waiting for years. Away from Court in Milany, Sastra had grown up in the Mountain range of Khama with her Father, and his friends the Barons.
She dreamt that she was at home in Khama, in the Duchy seat. A castle nestled in a mountain valley with a clear stream running along the bottom. Her father was dead, strange that being a dream, it was something she knew. Sastra sat on the bench that had been built into the curve o
