Alyssane stared at the blood on her fingertips, feeling somewhat dazed from the sleep. Her eyes then lingered on the faint scar on her palm, and an uneasiness settled inside her. Even after so many times, she could not remember.
'When did I get this?'
Her earliest memory was of that fateful night. She had woken up in an alarming amount of blood, seen broken glasses, and hurled into a life where every moment tested her sanity.
Alyssane closed her eyes. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was slipping past her, just out of reach.
The sound of the door opening snapped her from her thoughts. Naria bustled in, carrying folds of silk and satin over her arms.
"No training today," Naria said cheerfully, setting the garments down. "His Highness has called off the session. Let's dress you up for a change."
Alyssane blinked at her, still half-absorbed in her thoughts. "Is there a reason?"
