Chapter 12Life in the palace left Darna feeling off-balance. Gallia waited at her elbow, always helpful even while she tried to bend every interaction to her accustomed way of doing things, as she must have done with Darna’s father. It was still strange to think of him as her father. She’d always doubted it, but she believed Vigda. There’d been no word of Vigda since the tribunal. Darna more than half-wished she could go to the hills with the bandits, herself, but life in the palace wasn’t all bad.
Even the princes who’d sided with Calar in the tribunal were polite to her. Tiagasa was downright solicitous, which amused Darna. She’d never seen Tiagasa grovel before. Now, between council meetings, she passed by Darna’s rooms from time to time with little gifts – a jewel, some fine wine – so
