“My head looks like a garden!” she wailed at her reflection in the mirror. She spun the circlet this way and that until there were so many petals on the floor it looked as if she had hosted the wedding in her home. Then the damned thing snapped and fell to the floor, where it was promptly kicked away in frustration. Soon enough, she stole more flowers from a neighbours garden and remade the circlet again. Finally she lifted the hem of her dress and strapped a dagger to her thigh just as
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