But I had always liked the rumor that she was secretly an elf who would paint her skin every day to hide her markings. It was silly, but the South had less regard for the High Queen than the rest of the country did. It was mostly due to the fact that she had never, in her entire time as ruler, visited the Southern peninsula. To have one of her children here was very peculiar.
The doors opened behind Yokel, and a royal coterie of attendants entered, followed by a boy who looked about as old as we were.
An attendant announced, “Your Royal Highness Prince Kitanchulee Amuka—”
“Please, you can call me Kit,” the prince said, bowing his head and awkwardly avoiding eye contact. He was a decently handsome boy with sharper features than my own and short, meticulously kept black hair. He wore a mi
