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Kiria
Kiria had not settled down. One day had passed since the attack at King’s Heights, and questions still swarmed within her. It was three days to the next stop on the tour and she could already tell that she would have to wrestle with her questions and concerns and insecurities the whole way.
Chetana rode close to her, as she usually did, with Kiria’s four guards. The enormous entourage grated on her today. Could she get no moment to herself? She had to think about Chetana’s words last night, about the mob’s accusations, about her position in the court of Brithnem. She had to think about Firian and her mother.
She had to think.
Alone.
But there was no alone in the center of this tired procession. Eyes regularly shifted to her. Servants tended to her needs. She found herself wa
