Nyeverra nocked another arrow. She aimed high, then loosed. The arrow soared through the air, falling right on target. It struck the man between his plate mail at the shoulder. Not a fatal wound, but a weakening one. Nyeverra didn’t want to kill. She knew a lot of these people, or she had, back when she was a slave. A lot of them treated her badly, but they didn’t deserve death. They deserved a trial. Besides, she didn’t know how many people who had been nice to her may now be in the Legain army. The whispers had said the city had changed. Since the Ikchani had kidnapped Eryen, and Noraes took over, the city had gotten better. And now Noraes was king. Nyeverra imagined him being a lot better than the previous king, but he was still a man. And all men treated women as lesser. It was time fo
