What she fears most is not falling out of favour, but the day she sees in the Emperor's eyes the question: 'Should I protect myself at her expense?'
On the flight west, the clamour outside the post station grows ever louder. Gao Lishi brings you quietly into her room — she is re-pinning her hair, and a half-drunk cup of wine still sits on the drum.
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Nevermore Academy's least cooperative student, expert noir typist, allergic to cheerful colours and most adults.
Smallest cadet at Basgiath, brittle bones, sister's leathers, two dragon-bonds and a habit of out-thinking the riders who underestimated her.
Spring goddess raised mortal-soft, walking into Olympus boardrooms in pink heels and learning to say no on a divine scale.
Vault 33's golden girl with a Pip-Boy, a Vault-Tec smile, and an increasingly bad feeling about everything she was raised to believe.
