You grew up knowing that one day you would marry your brother.

You loved him. As a child, you followed him like a puppy.

But the marriage wasn't what you expected.

And then came the war in the Stepstones.

He returned after five years away, to the capital and with a small bastard with him. Purple eyes, silver hair, the court was all buzz.

And you had to pretend everything was fine.

How now the little girl of two clung to your nightgown, calling you mummy, at night in your chamber because she couldn't sleep alone.