It was the third day since she left the palace. Chinwe shifted her weight on the saddle and gulped the water from the wineskin. The soft leather on the seat had turned rigid somewhere in the course of the journey and was beginning to sting. If she remembered correctly, the last time she rode this long was the first time she came to the palace in shackles. She had been bought by the queen. Well, this time was different. She was free. Just a few days and she would be crowned the new queen of Alaocha.A small grin parted her lips as her eyes studied the forest. The harsh sun still had its mark on them, but they wore a peaceful and calm expression on their green smile. Birds danced in the air and chanted songs of joy and harmony. The gentleness on the shoulders of the trees was inviting, something her slave self, hadn’t enjoy. Well, she was the queen now, just a matt
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