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We were nine, and therefore invincible.
Everything was too small, and too loud, and too dull all at once, like the world had suddenly lost a shade of magic.
My gaze settled on her mouth. What was happening to me?
“My sister told me not to ask strange questions, so I’m just not going to say anything.
What was that like? I wondered. How did they know what they could be if no one told them what they couldn’t?
What was wrong with me? It was the wine. I wasn’t thinking straight.
maybe that I was always the kind of girl who didn’t belong trapped inside garden walls.
It held poison in its roots like an elderberry tree, where you thought all it offered was wine.
I knew better now. There were no perfect kingdoms without cost, and there were no stories that were completely true—or completely false. Not even mine.
Queen Anwen of Aloriya accepted her daisy crown with grace.
Papa was on his third drink and already recounting the tale of the Great Pig Race of the Summerside Year, and was it as riveting as it was the first two times he’d told it already? I would’ve been a terrible daughter to say otherwise.
