CHAPTER NINETEEN An Unlikely Princess“You never knew your mother?” Sleepy and relaxed, I let my fingers coil a strand of Lily’s blonde hair as we whispered. Sorrel snored at my back and his warm breath stroked the nape of my neck. He twitched in his sleep and I smiled, imagining him flying in his dreams.
“No.” She sighed. “Hosta raised me. I remember great warmth, but never saw the sunshine you speak of. My first memories are the labyrinth and the sound of the Master’s voice.”
“When did you take bee form for the first time?” I pushed my finger through the coil and watched the highlights glitter against my skin. Snow hit the glass window panes and the clattering of weapons from the sparring yard stopped. I pictured the warriors running for cover and dug my slippers deeper under the blanke
