Seldwyn trotted quietly through the corridors of the watchtower, which was nothing new, she was always quiet and often in the watchtower. (No one knew how it had come to be called so; it was just a slightly smaller palace next to the royal one where the generals of the royal army lived with their families during times of peace.)
The only unusual factor was the time of night – the second moon shone through the high windows, and the shadows made the place she had lived in for the past thirty years seem unfamiliar.
Not that she still lived here now. Rodaya had seen to that, Rodaya and her filthy, dishonourable lies that had made Seldwyn'