CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Sophia sheltered as best she could beneath an awning on one of the caravan’s carts along with King Akar’s translator and a couple of the others who didn’t want to walk. The heat of the Morgassa sun was oppressive, beating down and leaching the moisture from her body. It reflected off the salt plain they were currently on, the crust cracking as the caravan worked its way over it. Even Sienne lounged within the wagon, apparently not wanting to do more than stretch in the sun.
“Are you all right, my lady?” the translator asked, offering her water. She seemed to have taken it upon herself to serve as Sophia’s maid.
“I’m fine, thank you,” Sophia said. “Tell me about yourself. It will help to pass the time.”
“There is little to tell,” the woman said. “I serve our king. I was
