Everyone in this hall is lying. I can taste all of it - the fear dressed up as respect, the greed wearing the face of loyalty, my own people bowing to a monster they'd put a knife in the second it turned its back. I wear the mask so I don't have to feel every one of them at once. It's the only mercy I allow myself.My brother is the good one. Golden, kind, the son our parents actually wanted. He's brought a human girl home on his arm, and she's warm in a way that makes the whole rotten court lean toward her like she's a fire.She should be afraid of me. She isn't. She talks back. She sees underneath - nearly all of it.Not the one truth that would end the three of us if it ever got out.The storm's shut the roads. No one's leaving.Gods help us both.
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