She looked at the necklace she held in her fist. There was the Lihin crest, a yellow sun over a red mountain, with a sword lying horizontally underneath the likeness of Mt. Impri. She turned it over to examine the other crest.
Like the Lihin crest, it was incredibly detailed despite its small size. An island, with a blood red rose growing out of it, and a dagger of thorns pointing into the earth. It baffled her. She'd never seen anything like it in her studies and had no idea what it meant.
Was it some old royal line no one remembered? Was Charity of an ancient line of ladies or duchesses? Or was she just a wench giving herself airs?
Oh, it was useless! Ghia wanted to scream in frustration. She was just running circles in her mind and had no idea where to get the answers she needed. It
