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Oh, easily she could return to being the plump princess perched atop a throne of wilted, bleeding briars. She was a selfish, gluttonous beast and only misfortune had created the frail, delicate woman that stood before him. It appeared that a mere glance could ruin her, scattering her to the wind like the tendrils of a spider’s misplaced silk.
Her lips pursed, as though threatening a jackal’s smile, but she refrained, simply pressing them together in silent mirth. “Of course they did,” she returned, as she’d never belong there—or anywhere else. “Though I did find out something curious. Apparently, my father’s blood resides here. So I came to see for myself.”
She wasn’t lying.