Hearing her swift steps behind me, I smiled to myself. For the first time since I’d severed my father’s head, I began to feel like the rightful king. Perhaps it was gaining Una’s agreement to be my mizrah that was the final piece to the puzzle in settling my mind. I wasn’t sure. All I knew was this elation of rightness as I led her up the steps to the floor above and opened the door to the wide outer terrace.
