There were frown lines around his mouth and it was clear that with age the lines would deepen and ultimately define his features, his age she guessed to be at least half a decade or more older than hers and he was dressed perfectly in the colours of Hazar; in the black uniform of their soldiers with the blue and gold insignia etched on the breast pocket. "What are you doing", he repeated. And despite the hostility behind the order, Lara couldn't help but ask, "Who are you sir". "Do not fool with me girl", he said with the same threat in his words, "you know his highness ordered an assembly in the queen's throne room". -------------------------------------------------------------------------- A scarred man. An inky feather. A sleepwalking girl. Lara was raised as a perfect lady of the Mountain lands. But she seeks freedom; freedom to travel to more exotic places, to see beasts from other lands and sail across warm oceans. However no one has ever travelled in to or left the mountain lands without the queen's approval; and the queen is a woman who never gives her approval. But with the unexpected announcement that a foreign king is to visit the secretive mountains, Lara is expected to behave exactly as her mother says. The only thing is; strange things begin to happen that leave Lara wondering if the security she has been brought up in is nothing but an illusion.