I was born on the ninth full moon of the year at 2:09 am.
That might not strike you as anything odd. I was born at an ungodly hour with five seconds between nine and ten. My mother suffered a long labor because I'm a stubborn person. I was named and met my best friend, who had been born just twenty minutes earlier. He would never let me live it down.
But, as you now know, something was off.
Nobody could put their finger on it. I looked normal. I sounded normal. I acted normal. But there was something in the back of their brains that said that I was weird.
I think they recognized it when I was ten, because my best friend was ripped away from me cruelly.
I remember this vividly, because we were once playing outside, sparring with our weapons, laughing, and then he was fighting with his parents about going to a school in Bymar. When he had to go, I tried to convince my Mama and Papa to let me go as well. They couldn't let me.
My name is Charlette. I'm the daughter of Sofia and Bevin Conner, their only heir.
Then just that night, I heard that my best friend had gone missing.
Oh, I never said who he was, did I?
Prince Jaron Artolius Eckbert III. I heard people talking... they only really missed his pranks. Not him, not his lively personality, not his wish to help his people.
I had kept my Mama's ring when she died. I wore it on a chain around my neck that I displayed over my dress. It would never have fit me before I was sixteen, as it was sized to my mother. She had made sure it was clutched in my hands before she had died an early death.
Well, I suppose we'll never get what we want... because one day, my father showed up... with three boys.
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So the cast is the same as in Harlowe, but here's Leta's face claim:
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Josefine Frida Pettersen as Leta
I also own nothing but Leta and her story. Everything else belongs to Jennifer A. Neilson.
