She’d been locked in her room for a week; sometimes he’d remembered to feed her, sometimes not. On the few occasions she was let out, it was to empty her chamber pot. Then, when she was beginning to wonder if she’d ever be released from her room, her father had informed her that they’d be leaving early in the morning and to pack her things. He’d driven her as far as Saundry in the wagon. Once there, he’d stopped the cart, handed her a sealed letter, and directed her to take it to the High King of Casoria. Open Court was in session and it was imperative that she deliver it now.

         He’d left her standing in the room, a bundle at her feet.