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Iridia and its Provinces
Princess Aralise, heir to the Iridian throne and future lady of two houses, narrowly survives an attempt on her life. Survival comes at a cost and she finds herself living as a disabled serf under the care of the middle-aged healer that saved her life. Struggling to accept her new reality and terrified for the loved ones she has left behind, Aralise must navigate the feudal hierarchy she once benefitted from as it tries to crush her. Can she find meaning in the ashes of her old world or will she succumb to despair?
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"Up north, but south of Ditchham. Aunt Lyria signed for me, Lady Redwyn let her, sir, the sheriff said it was between her and the lady," The words toppled over each other. Aralise's heart pounded so hard she feared it would stop. His hand wouldn't come off the dagger. She was doing it all right and still he was preparing.
"No man in the house, of course the girl is going astray. It's not too late to set her straight," The first gleam of steel appeared as his thumb teased the dagger from its sheath.
"You've wasted enough time," Merek sighed "let's report back and get on with it."
"No!" Tolan's face flushed red. "The godsdamn brat and that herbwife dragged us from our beds and our fields because she wants to play princess! She wants to be a lady so bad, she can pay the price."
The dagger slid free. It caught the sun, shining like water across the surface of the fen. Aralise tried to inhale. Her throat closed. Drowning in black water.
Tolan approached with the blade drawn.
Aralise scrambled back, fire pouring through her thigh. She slipped on the blanket. Straw flew. She couldn't breathe. The world closed around her until all that existed was the dagger.
