There is no other land. Alone Theodora exists. Alone with a bloodline to rule through might and blindness. Over three centuries have seen Theodora in her solitude with her truth sealed from her people. But Lestyre, young and perpetually instructed to question, sees three centuries of rule as three centuries too long. He thirsts for Theodora's truth, her real story kept from his senses. After witnessing one last incident of power grossly misused, Lestyre fools his Constable, his king, and sets out to make right what the beginning of the land of Theodora got wrong. His challenge to the ruling name is not a grave mistake, it is the perfect mistake. Blood sits in a chair in Sparius, but it soon will flow off Theodora's edge. Her truth and fidelity could flow with it in the first of four parts in this, the only land of Theodora.