[Lhinneill]

Cola stood before the closed doors, waiting. Every hair on her head was in place, her clothes were immaculate, her posture straight and perfectly fitting for a lady. The challenges of preparation were past; now all she could do was hope to impress the Mistress.

"Young miss," the chief eunuch said at last, stepping close. "The Lady will see you now." He swept his hand towards the door, indicating that Cola could enter.

With a graceful dip of her head, she strode towards the door. As she went, two young eunuchs flanked her. One whispered in her ear, his voice so soft she could barely hear it. "Your first thoughts will determine your fate. Guard your mind, young miss." And with that, the doors swung wide, and Cola stepped into the personal chambers of the Mistress of the Wall.