When I was a child, I dreamed of being a model.
It was impossible. No daughter of the House of Black would ever do such a thing. When I grew up, I realised that.
But I couldn't stop myself buying the fashion magazines; envying the girls in them. Especially once Meda's friend started modelling. She didn't know how lucky she was. She was nowhere near as pretty as me; her family just didn't care.
The night before I married Lucius, I swore I would throw my magazines away. Never succumb to temptation again. But I didn't.
After all, the world is a dangerous place. My dreams are all I have.