The room Julian gave Sylvia was incredibly nice, but the iron bars on the balcony doors gave it away immediately that she wasn't a guest here. Instead, she was a prisoner. Heavy velvet tapestries covered the walls, and a massive pine fire burned in the hearth, making the room uncomfortably warm.Sylvia dropped onto the stool in front of the vanity, though she wasn't interested in looking in the mirror. Her hand went straight to her throat. Right at the base of her collarbone sat that little ridge of skin. A birthmark, she had always assumed, or just a random childhood scar. Twenty years of believing a lie. She pressed her nail against the bump, finally recognizing the distinct, jagged shape of a sealing rune, and was annoyed how she'd missed it for so long.A knock sounded at the door. Before she could answer, it opened.A young girl, barely sixteen, slipped in carrying a tray of roast meat, wild berries, and bread. Light grey ears poked through her reddish hair, and a nervous smile f
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