I will face my fear
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Trepidation crept back into her body as he looked silently at her prize. What if she had been wrong? What if she hadn’t chose correctly, or had done something wrong? Only the slightest change in her pupils, widening slightly, betrayed this. Yet his order snapped her back to her senses and obediently, Salvia followed her uncle back into the room she had often snuck in but never been invited.

For all her training, Salvia made only faint noises against the cobblestone floor. She felt small within the large room, it so bare in comparison to the packed mess of her mother’s home or even her father’s. It smelled like him but more like the great bearskin draped over the stone throne. How she envied him, despite this empty room. Salvia made a note to find him more—a king needed to be surrounded by a horde of gold and jewels. The young girl continued to look about but only with her eyes, keeping still and attentive behind him.


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