Princess Kamara hadn’t seen the king since she arrived. She heard he had been in court all day, but she could see him in the night. In the meantime, they showed her to her room, which was decorated and equipped specifically for her.
She’d spent her afternoon and evening walking around the palace, looking around and getting some fresh air with Henna. Kamara was still hurting, and anger was in still in her heart. She wanted to be in her father’s kingdom, not here. She missed seeing the face of Callan. She hadn’t been able to see him for some weeks because her father had forbidden her from doing so.
The consequence of disobeying his orders was that Callan would be whipped.
She wondered how he was doing now.
All these were in her thoughts as she walked through another hallway of the palac
