"In those days, she would crush fresh plum blossom into the dough, each tart shaped like a blossom, carrying its faint, sweet scent upon the tongue. These you set before me contain none at all. And you did not play a flute beneath the eaves… you played a vertical flute!"
Seralyn stood frozen, biting her lip, assuming the look of one wronged beyond measure.
"If you knew all this… why did you not expose me long ago?"
Rynell's lips curled in cold scorn. His eyes burned with icy disdain. "And you, why did you take every kindness she gave? Why wear her deeds as though they were your own?"
'Had she not stolen another's place, he would not have loved the wrong face for so many years. He would not have misunderstood and wounded Zairine time and again. And she would not lie alone, cold and stil
