“Mara met me more than once. The first time, I was courting her sister.” Just like Janus, Mara once had a sibling. I almost forgot. I rack my brain, trying to remember her name. Thalia. That’s what it was. She was the Flora Kingdom’s heir apparent, only she died before her time, falling on a sword or something like that, after, after… My eyes snap to the Thief. “The traveling minstrel. That was you.”
