Fiona's POV
I tried not to pay heed to the wagging tongues and accusing stares. The words that traveled amongst nobles and slaves—coming here as the traitor's daughter and having a child with an unknown paternity plus being condemned by the king—hadn't really put me in a good spotlight. And now, ever since the healing incident, coupled with the way I fought off the shadow creatures when we were on our way here, fueled the rumors of me being a witch.
I focused on removing the shafts from the corn cobs despite the two slaves next to me gossiping about my existence. I was simmering in anger, holding onto control, trying not to get in trouble by picking a fight. I raised my head, my gaze going from my busy hands to stare across the field in hopes to spot Celia, but I couldn't sense her pres
