Closely Guarded Guest
Daemonica sat alone at the end of a long table in the officers' dining hall. Only the guards behind her kept her company, as they had for all the days she had already spent in Andrak. Although some of the confiscated 'property' had been brought into her austere room on the first evening, including the most precious possession she owned - Skald's collection of songs, poems, and legends of Raia, her initial enthusiasm had waned with each day she was out of touch with anyone from the fortress. Another disappointment brought tonight's dinner, where she was finally invited. Hoping that any of the three leaders would attend to her personally was foolish. Still, she was offended that no one had bothered to tell her the reason why she wasn't dining in her room today, as she had in the days befo
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