It was early evening before I found the place where Imogen was being held. The hastily assembled camp lay just on the Hunyn side of the border near Libeth, but a hill descending toward the camp allowed me a good view of the interior. The swamplands surrounding Libeth butted up to the camp’s northern boundary. Due to its reputation for thick underbrush and poisonous snakes, no one would dare attempt any crossing of the swamp by foot, and it wasn’t much easier by boat. The other perimeters were surrounded by tall mounds of earth or iron bars with razor ends. It was a larger camp than I’d anticipated, with several buildings and tents of all sizes.
“Your Majesty?”
I swiveled around, sword drawn, as two men approached me. Realizing they had caught me off guard, they raised their hands in a ge
