Reading that message had filled her with both sorrow and relief. An opportunity to go home had presented itself to her on a platter—yet here she was, by choice, in the same place she had longed for years to escape. On the other hand, this meant her years at court would not go to waste. She would be able to see Sabran through her childing. In the end, it mattered not how long she stayed. It was her destiny to take the red cloak. Nothing would alter that.
