She had not moved from her meditative state for hours, her legs crossed and her hands rested on her knees. The sun beat through the unobstructed windows, but she could not see for the dark blindfold over her eyes. Lost in her thoughts, the katana sat just in front of her free of its sheath waiting. The scent of fresh roses from the garden outside filled the room as she took another deep breath, listening to the shadows. Miranda had lost much in her life, having never known her father but still his enemies were coming for her.