A dish of apples was brought to the princesses’ litter by an unkempt shop owner. She laid it down on a pillow, smiled, and quickly retreated back into the crowd. The other two girls quickly picked the biggest ones. Khaless was always the last to choose, being the youngest. The only one that remained was small and lacking in hue.

“Curse Vheala for this apple. Why do I always get the rotten fruit?” She used her scarf to wipe away the dirt but it wouldn’t come off.

“You shouldn’t curse the gods, especially the bad ones.” Said Mara. “Such talk would bring misfortune and evil magic Read More