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Kiria
Candrae, the little serving girl, put another pearl-tipped pin into Kiria’s hair. Kiria tapped her foot distractedly, screwing up her nose as she looked as herself in the glass, her head framed by Candrae’s voluminous blonde hair. Hopefully her Beauty wouldn’t distract anyone from the gravity of the ceremony.
“How much time do we have?” she asked.
“About twenty minutes, my Kepress.”
“Right. Okay.” She didn’t know why she was so nervous. This was the time for Atty to be nervous, not her. But this proved that one day it would be her turn. Just because she’d never seen a coronation before didn’t mean they never happened. She would be a Keeper of Brithnem too, just like Atty. “We have to get in place,” she said, standing to her feet. She wasn’t tall, but Candrae still had to reac
