Two
AFTER THREE MONTHS OF living in the palace, Rasha still hadn’t learned how to get up with the sun like everyone else.
The morning after the battle she was awakened by a rapping on the door. She groaned. After a couple of half-hearted attempts, she managed to poke her head out from under the thick blankets. The knocking persisted, and Temi growled in annoyance. Once he’d growled at the sun on her behalf when she wasn’t ready to get up.
“Princess. The council has gathered. They’re waiting for you.” When the door opened a crack, Temi lunged, and it closed with a bang.
Rasha sighed. She yawned and looked at her communicator to check the time. The message light flashed frantically for attention. She ignored it as she had since taking on the role of princess incumbent. She was late—it wa
