Bitterblue said, “I want to turn into something I’m not, Hava. Like you do, or like one of your mother’s sculptures.” Hava walked to the windows beyond the sculptures, windows that looked out over the great courtyard. “I remain myself, Lady Queen,” she said. “It’s only other people who think I’m something I’m not. Which only reinforces, every time, the thing I am, which is a pretender.”
