The way my hands trembled against Shamsher’s reins frightened me more than the speed at which we were racing, because trembling had no place in the hands of someone who was riding to kill. The wind tore into my face like a storm unleashed, whipping my hair free as it lashed behind me, the world blurring at the edges as my only thought was to reach Devgarh before time slipped any further from my grasp. Behind me, the distant shouts and hurried cries of the guards slowly faded, swallowed by the forest and the pounding of Shamsher’s hooves, men sent after me on Abbu Jaan’s orders, not because concern lived in his heart but because fear did, fear of what my presence in Devgarh could unleash upon him and his carefully balanced throne.
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