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Kiria
Kiria knelt at the grave, distracted as her kneecap hit the cobblestones. Shane Calthwaite and his son Sandor (father of the Lost Line) had fought and died here. The first time Daelon told her the story, she cried. The Khelê had tucked the memorial in a corner of the enormous open courtyard of Carradoc, carving the names deep into the stone wall. Small offerings littered the ground beneath the gravestone: tokens, herbs, candles.
She touched her forehead in respect, feeling the eyes of the Khelê scrutinizing her. The question in their gazes told it all. They wondered about her Ability. After her eighteenth birthday, when she’d been publicly introduced, everyone in the Kingdom knew that she possessed overwhelming Beauty. They were waiting.
Firian just stood next to her, looking
