ian

had broken my hands, I had managed to escape the basement. I'd burst into a

my hands wrapped in bloody rags, screaming like

with wary distaste. She saw a crazed woman

embrace. "Your Highness, please forgive us," she had cried. "My

ohnathan had dragged me away, back to that hell. That was the

this snowstorm, back at the exact mom

a reason. This was my only chance. I

e. What they owe me, I will have

past life deep down, transforming it int

was a physical thing, a predator gnawing at my bones. But I clu

lding the tattered red banner high. It snap

ce us. They stopped, pointing, the

he banner of the 'W

rl? Is she holding a

eded the story to begin befo

flagstones. The cold seeped through my thin d

f the past died in despair. The me

ressed in fine silks, soaking up the praise that was mine. Sh

while I, the real family, was here in the snow, performi

small, humorless smile touched th

r. It was the main artery in and out of the capi

e appeared, I had to "happen" to collapse in front o

le over the wind, "when you see a black carriage with

cold or fear I couldn't tell, but

y's ugly, greedy faces. Hatred was t

der. Some people were even following u

els crunching on snow, the sharp

red at the end of the street. On its side, the golden c

as t

ed the bloody uniform, and prepare

honor-it all began now