Don't Reject Me
Once two graceful women joined us, I was a complete bundle of nerves.
Kaan's mother had beautiful, cinnamon-brown hair that fell in silky curls, ending just below her shoulders. Her sun-kissed complexion seemed to glow, making her ageless. Only the black eye patch betrayed the suffering she had to endure during the years of being held captive. Her daughter looked very much like her. The only difference was in their eyes. Kaan's sister's was darker, resembling her brother's.
Both women were dressed in long, white robes embroidered with silver and golden threads. Unlike me, who wore a black tunic and leggings, they looked like royalty in this room. They suddenly made me feel like an imposter.
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