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Chapter 52 - Of the daughters of Montova

Author: Thattrekonsi
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— ASARAIAH KAINE —

For once, the morning didn’t feel like a battlefield.

The curtains were drawn open, sunlight pooling across the white marble, and I was sprawled on the floor with Liya and Leina, paints scattered everywhere. We were supposed to be talking about color theory, but it had turned into a competition of who could come up with the most ridiculous names for the shades.

“That one’s blood orange,” Liya said, pointing to a smear of red across my palette.

I snorted. “It’s literally just red.”

“No, Madam, it’s blood orange,” she insisted with all the seriousness in the world. “See? It’s the shade of your husband’s temper.”

Leina choked on a laugh, covering her mouth like she wasn’t allowed to find that funny.

“Don’t drag me into your nonsense,” I muttered, dragging the brush across the canvas anyway. “It’s just crimson.”

“Crimson,” Leina repeated softly, testing the word like it belonged in her mouth. “Sounds like trouble.”

We all laughed then, the kind of laugh that loosened yo
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