When the healer left, I reflected on his words until a maid entered to clean up the mess. Shortly after, another one came in and left a bowl of soup; this last maid helped me take a bath by leading me to another cabin. It was refreshing to wash off all the dirt from the journey and the blood of those men on the road.

Afterward, she took me back to my own cabin, and then I started to think. I was on my way to my new home, the Island where the ruler was a man I didn’t fully ...