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I stood in the hallway and watched Zaan go. I wanted him to comfort me and my body craved him – but after everything I’d found out, I needed my pride more.
I stormed into my dressing chamber and looked at myself in the mirror, leaning close enough that it fogged with my breath.
Was I real?
I might as well have been a figment of Airelle’s imagination – or just another character in one of Yzin’s stories. My entire world had been designed to lie to me and now that I knew the truth, what was left? I looked at my outstretched hands, as though they belonged to another. Had anything that had happened to me been mine? My people did not know me – wanted to kill me, in fact – and my King was in love with a woman from another time.
What was left for me?
Who was I?
I found I didn’t really kn
