I was a witch – I still am, I suppose. I was born into a family of witches.
We did not belong to any kingdom. For a time, we lived in Arrowspear where there were no royals. There, we were able to live freely, but my mother missed being near Kingspell. She said that she had family in the village, hidden in plain sight. They worked as sellers of charms. Sometimes, they worked as fortune-tellers. They made sure they got some of the fortunes wrong so as not to alert the royals. People laughed at them and sometimes even whipped them, but still threw their coins. It was enough to feed them – but nothing more.
My mother said that we were once rulers, the witches. After that, they were confidantes but treasured ones. They advised kings and queens. It was a boon, but everyone could tell that slo
