Chapter 4

Jaelin glanced at Robyne, who shrugged. Intrigued by the woman’s unconventional manner, the two rounded the table and followed her through the canvas flaps of the tent. Inside was cool and dark, and it took a few seconds for their eyes to adjust to the dimness. They distinguished the old lady from the shadows as she settled into a tall-backed chair. Motioning for them to sit in other chairs facing her, she spoke. “Forgive me for my rude behavior outside, but I don’t want anyone else to hear what I have to say. If I’m not mistaken, you’re Princess Jaelin, heir to the Throne of Andersi, aren’t you?”

Surprised, Jaelin stammered. “How did you know?” She gestured to her green cloak, brown tunic and leggings, leather peasant boots. Not everyday attire for a princess.

“Your thin disguise doesn’t fool me. Did you know that necklace was made by enchantment?”

“You mean…magic?”

“Yes.”