The Wolf's Sister

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Jeren smoothed down the heavy skirts of her mourning gown and glanced covertly at her governess. Mina wore the same shade, but it didn’t wash out her complexion and dull her eyes in the same way. Jeren sighed. Anyone would think they were of an age rather than two women with over a decade between them.

“Are you ready?” Mina asked. Jeren just nodded. “No one will object if you don’t accompany—”

Jeren firmed her jaw. “I can’t let Gilliad go through his coronation alone. He’s my brother and Father would have expected me to be here for him.”

Mina squeezed her shoulders fondly. “Your father would have been very proud of you.”

Jeren’s smile faltered. “Prouder if I’d been a boy.” She didn’t mean to sound bitter. Her father had looked on her as no more than a beautiful decoration for his court. If she had been a boy… “I could have gone with Gilliad to Sheninglas. Perhaps if I had been there—”

“Thank the Bright God you were not. Who knows what they would have done to you? The things he speaks of, the way the Fair Ones treated him…” The older woman shuddered. “Come now. We’ll be late.”

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