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Kiria
Kiria lay on her bed, crying. The closed curtains let in no light, so no one could see her, so she couldn’t see herself. She had told her two serving girls to watch the door and not to let anyone in the room. She hardly ever cried. In fact, her parents always said that she kept her head about her and would make a great Keeper of Brithnem someday. They were proud that she was the heir to continue the Second Line.
But none of that was a comfort right now.
Someone had said she was ugly. And the worst part was that he meant it.
She squeezed her hands into fists.
Stupid boy! I’ve never liked people from Charäkhnem anyway. Ever since Prince Amrit had visited the first time four years ago, she knew she didn’t like him. Her face burned with how much she hated that skinny, mean prince
