Dage was right they couldn’t stay here long. They needed to get the things they needed and go. But Tajia was determined to take them to their king. And Zaya couldn’t very well reject the hospitality of a king. She was a princess. She knew the etiquette that had to be followed.
She was to represent Kemet kingdom.
Apprehension coursed through her. She’s never been to court. The fall of Kemet had come when she was young. With Mondune handling whatever happened in the Kingdom there wasn’t much left for her to do.
Zaya looked at her clothes. She inwardly cringed. She couldn’t see him like this.
As they came out of the forest into a clearing that led to a gravel courtyard, Zaya wished she was somewhere else.
The royal palace was a monstrosity of carved stones, tall pillars and shining
