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I inherited my mother’s hair, the color as white as the snow that covered our kingdom during winter.
inheriting my father’s complexion, a beautiful tan which I could attribute to our Morwenian heritage.
A bit of sparkling powder was painted on my eyelids, bringing out the bright blue of them.
She was a beautiful, all white, thoroughbred I’d affectionately named Milly,
Cyrus acknowledged and I thought I caught a scowl flash across his face.
especially burn wounds.
Memories of hot metal chains flashed through my mind,