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Jak, along with Rasha and the others watched the bodies of almost fifty people burn on the front lawn of the palace. The king and queen, along with the princesses, were in the center, while the soldiers and servants killed were laid out around them. The smell of them burning wouldn’t leave him. Jak couldn’t eat that day, but he grabbed bread and meat to save for his journey. He slipped them into his pack and flung it over his shoulder.
He walked to Rasha’s room and placed his hand on the door, listening. What would he do if she were awake? Would she be able to talk him out of leaving? Best not to find out. His heart already ached at the thought of not seeing her in the morning. The hour was late, and the patrol was out. As Prince Jak Ostari Ameenu, no one questioned his strange moveme
