As the morning sun broke over the capital, its rays dancing across rooftops and the grand stone walls of the citadel, Prince Khisa stood in his study, reading the letter from Queen Nanjala with a deep furrow between his brows. The paper still smelled faintly of eucalyptus—Nanjala's personal seal.
"We received visitors from across the lake. A disease afflicts the people of Buganda. The death toll is only rising per day. It may spread fast and might reach us. Wanjiru has departed with a team. More medics may be needed. I trust you will act swiftly."
He lowered the letter and turned sharply to the watcher nearby.
"Summon Naliaka. Tell her to come at once—with the Shadow Guard commanders."
Minutes later, Naliaka arrived, still wearing her training gear. Behind her came two senior Shadows, Wasike and Tiriki, silent and focused.
