“I know who you are, Cassandra. It will be alright.”
She jolted awake from the voice in a dream to the muffled sounds of the crew working the rigs outside her cabin and adjusting sails as they docked at their first port.
Dressed in common clothes and allowing herself to relax her posture a little, she no longer stood out as the graceful high priestess she’d been forced into becoming.
Hair tied back and hidden well under a worker’s cap, she stayed on board on the upper deck, out of sight, as the crew restocked supplies and then cast off, aiming for farther shores.
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