Her name was Zoya Nia. She was a foreign slave of an aristocrat who had ended the service for her crime a long time ago, and her owners paid her well. They trusted her with tending their babes and selecting the best of Árai’s horses for the warriors they sponsored.
Day 17: The King’s Sight
Khurshid tapped her chin with the tooth of his curved sword. Umi flinched.