“That’s a cruel thing to let yourself dream of,” she whispered. “Isn’t it?” “It is,” Malini agreed, sounding wretched and yet sweet, sweet because she was Priya’s. “And yet. Women could marry women once in Ahiranya. And in my foolish dreams I can’t forget that.” Priya blinked back tears. Silly of her. They were like children, weren’t they? Wanting things they shouldn’t, when there were bigger things than the both of them shaping the world, and those forces would wash them away without a care. There was something living in Priya’s skin and her soul. There was a throne waiting in Malini’s
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