It was hard to believe that only this morning she had been content, happy and safe in her own Palace, running Zokāla in her own way and determined not to be pressurised into marriage by anything the Prime Minister or anybody else might say.
But now she was married – married to an outlaw – a man she hated with every fibre of her being and at the same time feared.
How could this have happened? How was it possible?
Then she knew it was because he was clever enough to have such modern up-to-date weapons and so many men under his command.
However much she loathed him, she knew that he was cultured enough to appreciate comfort and good food and wine and the dancing of the gypsies.
Equally he was more frightening and more menacing than she had ever imagined any man could be.
“What can I do?
