The Sculptor Who Became Queen

d apprentice, the silent force behind

ay, sharpened his tools, and managed his cha

lence of his mountain studio, beyond simple love o

sday, the mon

uced Serena: a gaudy, perfume-drenched city

in the stunned silence of the worksh

e had never touched a bl

my decade of devotion meant nothing, that I

protest this injustice, wondering why I

tain the storm

he cutting contempt for this senile old goat who dared

ous secret: some s

g another apprentice, Leo, to hear my true though

et strategies, and my fierce protection of the younger ap

old man, lost in his infatuation, h

d it was time to re