“What difference does it make?” she murmured, and I was no longer sure if she was still speaking to me. “The kingdom will soon forget about her and move on, but I will not. They have swapped one king for another, but this—this is real life.” She motioned to the food, the tables, the villagers. “The men will fight for their thrones and their power and their legacies, but to them we are nothing more than crickets and ants, insignificant, expendable. We will continue to worry over the rice and soy sauce and oil, three meals a day, how to escape the cold in the winter and the heat in the high
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