“Perhaps you underestimated the fury of a people defending their homeland,” she said.
Giza bristled, but he wasn’t surprised. Patra was of the land, having been born and raised far from the cultured and cloistered environs of Agrilon and, therefore, had a deep-seated feudal streak when it came to the defense of one’s domain. To say that her family farmed would be a gross understatement.
Aziz, Patra’s father, was the guardian of vast lands that stretched as far as the eye could see. Likewise, their land was a legacy that stretched back generations, steeped in pride and tradition. But Aziz had not been content to rest on his laurels. Under his stewardship, the family’s reputation had grown as surely as they grew produce that was the envy of all of Indira, so much so that King Raza the For
