The wind once whispered to me that one day a person would appear who would change my life and take me far, far away from home, where for several years I hadn’t felt happy. Who knew that it would turn out to be a general from a foreign army—one who would subjugate our free city, and take me as a gift to his ruler. What awaits me in a foreign land? Humiliation? Dishonor? Death? Or will the wind tell me how to get out of this situation with minimal losses for myself?