In a land of magic on the brink of war, three stories are fated to meet.
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Lilac is being forced into a marriage she never wanted, for the benefit of her kingdom.
Lily is trapped in a life of servitude and endless poverty after her mother dies...
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Someone slipped a note into my apron pocket as I took a basket of linen outside to hang.
I didn't dare to try and read it will I was in the house, it would only get taken away from me.
But I had a feeling that it was from Lilac. She had sent me one yesterday.
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Plain and simple, so if anyone read it, they'd have no idea what it meant.
Had it really only been one day since I last saw her, since we figured out we were sisters and that I had magic, and since I said goodbye to Simon? It was torture not having him to talk to, and I couldn't risk telling Jo. The less people who knew, the better.
I hadn't dared to try magic again, and if I was willing to admit it, I was afraid of it.
Outside a chilly breeze blew the already hanging clothes and linen all around. Autumn was fast approaching, promising cool weather and shorter days.
I made my way through the sheets section, the fabric flapping in the breeze. I shivered, sat my basket down, and got to work hanging up my load on a bare stretch of line. Halfway through, I looked around carefully, then pulled the note from my pocket.
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Urgency spoke from every letter she wrote. My heart sped up, pounding with adrenaline at the thought of the meeting. It was a good thing these linen were my last load, I could go straight to see her.
