Zedah felt older, even though she looked barely eighteen. She felt wiser, despite no longer possessing a crown or royal title. Her realisation that she’d been wrong, the sudden understanding that she was not all knowing, that her prior opinions had been based only on her own desires, that she had never understood the duty she’d been born into… it was like seeing herself from the outside, the good and the bad, the commendable and the reprehensible. The resulting mixture was Lady Zedah of Arlysia, exiled princess of Fort Arlys.
