Karasonata’s apprentice, had been carefree once. She had married the son of a Visigoth warrior and dreamed of a life of adventure. That life had ended on the battlefield, where she found her husband’s body mutilated by Roman hands. Her captors had forced her to carry his severed head to their encampment, a horror she replayed every time she closed her eyes. Youth had left her that day. Now, she clung to Karasonata, searching for purpose in the shadows of her mentor’s strength.