Anna stepped forward. “Let me walk free among your lands. Let me sow seeds of change. In return, I will offer knowledge of your enemies — their strengths and weaknesses.”
The trader considered, then nodded. “A dangerous game. But perhaps necessary.”
Amastan’s eyes met Anna’s. “Your words are sharper than any blade
The following day, beneath the glaring sun, Amastan and Anna met with a trader from the north — a man draped in heavy leather and silver chains, eyes cold as steel.
“You ask much for a captive of Spanish blood,” he said, eyes narrowing.
Anna’s voice was calm but sharp. “My value is not in gold, but in what I represent — power, alliance, freedom.”
The trader scoffed. “Freedom is a fool’s dream. Chains pay the debts of men.”
Amastan’s hand rested on his scimitar. “Chains can be broken by swords. And by will.”