‘Sastra, I would urge you to stay,’ Adeline stood in the doorway of Sastra’s bedroom. The Princess couldn’t remember a time that her Aunt had ever visited the room. She was moving quickly. Jason was gone. She’d checked his room and the lounge and there was no trace of the man. He moved quickly, like a professional knight she thought bitterly, always ready to leave at a moment’s notice. Despite her determination, it was taking her longer to gather her own belongings and stuff them back into her travelling pack. But weeks on the road meant that she was more experienced, and could appreciate how difficult life would be if she didn’t even take basic provisions with her.
‘Sastra!’ Adeline raised her voice and Sastra looked up at the woman. She remained busy shaking out the bedroll that she’d
