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“Life is so unfair, is it not?” she said, her eyes shining with feeling. “Our dreams so easily shattered?”
Anger without direction was only hot air, there and gone.
it was the loneliness. It was the friendlessness of her existence; the days on end she spent without the comfort that might be derived from a single sympathetic heart. It was grief.
for there was no greater repellant than anger,
“My name,” she said, “is Alizeh. I am Alizeh of Saam, the daughter of Siavosh and Kiana. Though you may know me better as the lost queen of Arya.”
For years she’d wondered whether anyone might ever again touch her with care or look at her like she mattered. She did not take lightly such an experience.
Even in her most desperate moments, Alizeh had found the courage to move forward by searching the depths of herself; she’d found hope in the sharpness of her mind, in the capacity of her own capable hands, in the endurance of her unrelenting spirit. She would be broken by nothing. She refused.
