HANNI POV The one day I needed to look perfect was, of course, the day my twin decided to declare war. My bedroom door flew open without a courtesy of a knock “Look at your dress,” Wanni sneered, her voice dripping with a familiar venom. “It’s hideous. You look like a witch. Thank the moon goddess we are not identical, for I would have denied you as my sister, you pig.” I sighed, the sound heavy with a weariness she had built in me over a lifetime. “Wanni, please. It’s too early for this. What are you doing here? Are you not supposed to be getting ready for Lucas’s coronation?” She ignored me, her eyes scanning my dressing table before it rested on my favorite hair ribbon. Then she snatched it up. “No! Not that,” I said in annoyance. “You took my favorite bag, my pink shoes. You can not have this too!” “And what are you going to do about it, little sis?” She mocked. With a final, wicked smile, she swept her arm across the table, which sent my expensive porcelain jar crashin
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