I am deeply, wretchedly angry. And I don’t know why. I have no reason to be this angry. I’ve had a good life, a better life than many. Loved by Dawn, by my mothers. Favorite of the King and Queen. I’m respected among the Caennith, or so my mothers tell me, even though Dawn and I rarely appear in public. I’ve had training, tutoring—a high-level education. I’m Fae, gifted with magic and wings. And yet… Something inside me is wrong. Disconnected, misshapen.
