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... eat, gazing at the setting sun. She was dressed and ready for the king’s banquet, or at least she thought she was. The maids who attended her disagreed and had been scandalised when she again refused to let them braid her hair and cram a veil on her head. She had held firm, seeing no point in dressing as someone she was not. Everyone knew who she was - not just a prisoner but a pariah in both Islia and Moraigth. A gauze veil wouldn’t change anything.
In the end, she has grown sick of the ...
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