For so long his missing eye horrified me—I’d thought it was a testament to his piety and hate. Now I consider perhaps it is a testament only to his desperation. If I’d been a passed-over prince, shackled by the shame of my foreign bloodline, sneered at in the palace halls, forever bathed in the golden light of my perfect brother, wouldn’t I have taken a knife to my own flesh too?
Growth 🌱
