Almira has always thought that her home was never normal, now she knew for sure. She wasn't born the rightful ruler of Minha. She was born in a village far away, where children of a young age often went missing. She wasn't the daughter she thought she was, but the daughter of a murderer, and a daughter of a murdered...
The morning started as beautiful as it could of. The sun was cresting the horizon, washing her property in shades of pale rose-gold. The town had just started to rise, but the people had yet to pollute the air with noise. The sight filled Jane with a physical warmth, despite the slight chill to the air. All was quiet...