The Guest reviewer: I totally get what you're saying, but I mean, the fact that she's the Dragon Reborn will make it complicated for her to rule.

Inside, the inn was every bit as busy as the sounds coming from it had indicated and more. The party from Emond's Field followed Master Fitch through the back door, soon weaving around and between a constant stream of men and women in long aprons, platters of food and trays of drink held high. The bearers murmured quick apologies when they got in anyone's way, but they never slowed by a step. One of the men took hurried orders from Master Fitch and disappeared at a run.
"The inn is near full, I'm afraid," the innkeeper told Moiraine. "Almost to the rafters. Every inn in the town is the same. With the winter we just had ... well, as soon as it cleared enough for them to get down out of the mountains we were inundated — yes, that's the word — inundated by men from the mines and smelters, all telling the most horrible tales. Wolves, and worse. The kind of tales men tell when they've been cooped up all winter. I can't think there's anyone left up there at all, we have that many here. But never fear. Things may be a little crowded, but I'll do my best by you and Master Andra. And your friends, too, of course." He glanced curiously once or twice at Rana and the others; except for Thom their clothes named them country folk, and Thom's gleeman's cloak made him a strange traveling companion as well for "Mistress Alys" and "Master Andra". "I will do my best, you may rest assured."
Lan slipped away into the crowds, murmuring about finding out the news, and Rana stood with Mat and Perrin, looking around curiously as Moiraine and the Innkeeper talked, and soon enough some attendants arrived to lead them to the baths. Rana followed a plump woman, along with Moiraine and Egwene, and she beamed when she saw the bath chamber. A dozen tall copper tubs sat in a circle on the tiled floor, which sloped down slightly to a drain in he centre of the room. Towels, haribrushes and soap sat on stools behind each tub, and big black iron cauldrons of water stood heating over fires along one wall. On the opposite wall, logs blazing in a deep fireplace added to the warmth.
Rana stripped off as the woman filled the tubs, and she slipped in happily, letting the heat of the water ease away her aches as she scrubbed away the dirt from her skin. She smiled happily, untying the ribbon that held her braid in place and slipping fully into the water, ducking her head under and getting it wet, washing away the dust and dirt as best as she could before popping back up and grabbing the hairbrush off the stool, brushing out the knots and humming happily, and she absently noticed Moiraine pressing coins into the womans hands, and she bustled away. A short time later she returned with a fresh dress for Rana, Egwene and Moiraine had both had time to pack at least a few fresh dresses.
Rana waited until after Moiraine and Egwene had climbed out of their baths, reluctant to leave the warmth, but eventually she did climb out and she carefully wrapped the towel around herself, drying herself off before getting dressed and brushing her damp hair again.
The dress was rather nice too, a deep red with a black sash at the waist. And a pocket, which, she was pleased to note, her book fitted into it perfectly. She glanced into a mirror one side of the wall and frowned as she stared at her reflection. She was tempted to redo her braid... and yet... she wasn't in the Two Rivers anymore. It was time for her to learn who she was outside of her small home.
She took a deep breath before heading out, and one of the attendants lead her to a private dining room, where the others were already gathered. She spotted Mat and Perrin and drifted over them, sitting between her two friends and smiling at them, even as Mat gave her a scandalised look.
"Your hair Rana! You.. it's not in a braid."
"Such attention to detail." Rana giggled, "Mat we are not in the Two Rivers anymore." she noticed the innkeeper leaving the room almost absently as she continued, "And I felt it only right to let my hair down."
Mat scoffed at that but Perrin hit the back of his head lightly, and they stopped their fooling around when Lan stood and walked to the door, peering out before announcing, "They're gone. We can talk safely now. "
I know you say not to trust anyone." Egwene spoke up, "But if you suspect the innkeeper why stay here?"
"I suspect him no more than anyone else, but until we reach Tar Valon I'll suspect everyone. There I'll suspect only half." and there was no trace of humour on his face, though Rana found herself agreeing. After all what would they do if they discovered who she was? Certainly they would try to control her.
"He exaggerates." Moiraine told them soothingly. "Master Fitch is a good man, honest and trustworthy But he does like to talk, and wit the best will in the world he might let something slip to the wrong ear. And I have never yet stopped at an inn where half the maids did not listen at doors and spend more time gossiping than making beds. Come. Let us eat."
And so the group dug into the meal, which was like a feast for them, due to the way they had had to ration their food whilst on the road.
Eventually Moiraine asked, "What did you learn in the common room?" and everyone stilled, turning to Lan, who shook his head.
"Little that's good. There was a battle in Ghealdan and Logain was the victor. A dozen different stories are floating about but they all agree on that."
And Rana's eyes widened. That must be the name of the man claiming to be her... she beat back the surge of annoyance, he likely truly thought he was the Dragon. But he had to be stopped before he caused more trouble.
"The Aes Sedai?" Moiraine's voice was quiet, concerned, and Lan shook his head.
"I don't know, some say they were all killed some say none. Some even say they went over to Logain. There's nothing reliable and I could not risk drawing too much interest by asking more."
"Yes," Moiraine said. "Little that is good." With a deep breath she brought her attention back to the table. "And what of our own circumstances?"
"There, the news is better. No odd happenings, no strangers around who might be Myrddraal, certainly no Trollocs. And the Whitecloaks are busy trying to make trouble for Governor Adan because he won't cooperate with them. They will not even notice us unless we advertise ourselves."
"Good," Moiraine said. "That agrees with what the bath maid said. Gossip does have its points. Now," she addressed the entire company, "we have a long journey still ahead of us, but the last week has not been easy, either, so I propose to remain here tonight and tomorrow night, and leave early the following morning." All the younger folk grinned; a city for the first time. Moiraine smiled, but she still said, "What does Master Andra say to that?"
Lan eyed the grinning faces flatly. "Well enough, if they remember what I've told them for a change."
Thom snorted through his mustaches. "These country folk loose in a ... a city." He snorted again and shook his head.
With the crowding at the inn there were only three rooms to be had. One for Moiraine, Egwene and Rana and two for the men. Egwene and Moiraine had both decided to stay down in the common room, but Rana had decided that it was late enough and she wished to sleep. So she settled into her bed, reading some of the book her father had given her before she settled into her bed to sleep.
She was in the room again, and Rana went tense when she realised that she was in another dream, looking around wearily before making her decision. "Elan? Is it you who has brought me here again?"
"Of course." the voice echoed around the room. "You did not think that I had given up on you?"
"Of course not." Rana shook her head, sitting in one of the chairs at the table "You cannot see me yet though, I know that."
"You are right, I can feel your soul, and I can feel your friends but they do not know. It is only because you know that I can feel you so clearly Lews." and his voice was almost calm, reasonable, and somehow that made it worse. "I will find you. And soon. I shall not leave the job to the Trollocs and Myrdrall..." he snorted, "Or that useless coward Fain. I shall come for you myself Lews."
"To do that you would need to be able to find us." Rana pointed out.
And suddenly the voice was not all around her but behind her, and she whirled around, seeing a shadowy figure, and he grabbed her wrist even as she reached for her sword, his grip scorching hot. "You head to Tar Valon with the Aes Sedai who helped your little village, I am not a fool Dragon. Though I know you will not go there. You are not a fool either, and we both know that they would try to chain you, to tether you and manipulate you as they please."
"I am aware of that." Rana admitted,, forcing herself to ignore the pain of his grip "I am not sure where I shall go, but I have no doubt that I will soon now what my next move should be."
"You shall not get the chance. I will find you... I will find my way into your friends minds. They will not be as strong as you are. They will tell me where you are."
"No." Rana shook her head, "No they won't. I will wake them before I allow them to-" and then the shadowy figure was pinning her down, the pain of his hand on her wrist increasing. "You will wake only when I allow you to. And none from outside will see any signs of there being anything wrong with you, so they shall not wake you. You will be trapped here until I have what I wish for."
And Rana couldn't move, she tried to scream, tried to struggle, or reach Saidin but she could do nothing against the unrelenting force pinning her down.
All she could do was pray that Mat and Perrin did not let anything slip.