Chapter 3
My living quarters are too small to even be described as an actual room. The bed already took up most of it, making it even harder for me to practice magic. That is why I usually go to an old passageway I found during my first months here. Rarely ever used during daylight, let alone nighttime.
Escaped melodies float in from the open window and envelop me as I quickly change out of my uniform. The sound of violins is beautiful and cheerful. And, of course, not meant for me. They are meant to celebrate the prince's engagement to the magically powerful Diaspro.
The thought of it just makes me want to throw up. A feeling overtakes me. Jealousy. The life I so desperately want she was given since birth.
I curl and uncurl my toes, relieving the pressure of having to wear pinchy shoes all day long and head out as quietly as possible. I had made sure to light some incense and the lantern so it would look as if I was indeed getting ready for bed.