HINA'
t. I had Moira drape a velvet cloak, embroidered
the ceremonial hall. The portraits of my ancestors li
ding in alcoves, hear their whispers.
ion, and my reward was a lonely, fiery death. This life, I would let t
ll, an unwelcome fi
iously heard the n
he forced a smile as he approac
know you're still angry. It was my fault, I was too ha
ver hairpin. The gemstone set in it
ap trinket from the shop Jacqueline fre
said, his voice thick with false emotion
think I was still the naive girl w
Jacqueline had an identical one. This was her idea, a
for the box. I
's form appear at a distant corner. She was hiding behind a pillar, h
dangerously calm. "Do you truly believ
"What do
a gift from my mother. The head was a sapphire the size of a pigeon's egg, sourced from the eastern kingd
mother's dowry. Its value could buy that little
anced at the cheap thing in his box. "And that piecerand gesture of "affection" had been thrown b
sway, nearly losing her footing. H
ing with rage. "Seraphin
ectly well who has gone too far. Take your cheap perfo
I swept past him, Moir
ew he wanted to strangle me, but he wouldn't dare. Not here,
spered, "My lady, the heir confir
eep breath. That was
The main course is
raught Jacqueline. He took her hand and began leading her toward the grand hall where the feast would be held. A dragonless
y. The more people who witn
l hall. Inside, my father, my stepmother, my brothe
of show their "mad" dau
k doors, carved with the r
hall turned. Eve
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