Today probably marks the worst day in Celeste's life yet. It is not everyday that your entire family betrays you and you are being prepped to be offered to the butchers. The servants flutter nervously around her, sensing her rotten mood, pressing choking powder into her cheeks and rolling her hair. She hates every second of it. She was not brought up for this, she was not brought up to be pushed and prodded into the confines of the society, her entire being tweeked and manipulated to fit the prison that has been constructed for women. She was born to go out in a blaze of glory on the battle field, the crown of her kingdom on her forehead.
Her sisters brush into the room, each as regal and beautiful as the last, with identical excitement shining in their eyes. The fools have not fully comp
