Zephyra A day passes, and I wish the hours would slow down instead of rushing forward. Why is it that when something terrible is waiting for you, time suddenly learns how to run? The maids don’t braid my hair tonight. Instead, they straighten it and let it fall freely down my back. I hear them murmuring to one another, quietly complaining about how difficult it is to manage my hair. For once, I agree with their silent gossip. My hair is long, so long it brushes my waist and caring for it has never been easy. Nysha enters the room without knocking, and everyone, including me, rises to their feet immediately. I still don’t know her exact position in this palace, but the way the maids stiffen around her tells me she holds power here. She stops in front of me and grips my face, making my breath hitch instinctively. She doesn’t squeeze or hurt me, she just tilts my face from side to side, inspecting me as if I’m something being prepared for a presentation. “Open your mouth,” sh
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