In the courtyard of the Lothian's Summer Villa, Samira stood next to the captain of the guard, her heart hammering in her chest while she watched a mighty procession wind its way up the road toward the villa.
Weeks ago, when Owain brought her here, she had thought it was a marvelous trip with two dozen soldiers, more than a dozen servants, and three knights. She'd never in her life been part of such a grand event.
Now, seeing the arrival of Jocelynn Blackwell, she couldn't help but laugh at herself for feeling like she'd been treated like a genuine noblewoman. Counting the banners, there were more than ten knights in the procession approaching the Summer Villa. Some of them she recognized but others bore the personal emblems of knights from far away Blackwell County.
In addition to the knights, she counted at least six armored templars riding under the banner of the Holy Lord of Light, and one of the carriages flew the red and gold banner of the Inquisition.
