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The guards led Rasha to one of the guest suites.
“What is this?” she asked.
“You’ll prepare yourself to meet your king and queen. Make use of the room. There is suitable clothing available inside. Everything you need is there,” the guard said.
The guard nudged Rasha into the room and locked the door behind her. Inside, the room smelled of flowers and something familiar, something spicy and sweet. Could that be bazil in the teapot by the bedside table? Impossible. She rushed to it and poured a cup and drank some of it down. She felt her core warm with the delicious liquid. A contented sigh escaped her lips. A sound from behind her caught her attention, and she dropped her cup and reached for Cutter and Blade, but her hands met empty sheaths. They’d taken her weapons.
“Yahtz.” She tu
