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Wren
Wren Greenrock’s crown was too tight. The band squeezed her temples,
pressing into her skull. She tried not to wince as she stood on the balcony at
Anadawn Palace beside her twin sister, looking out over the kingdom they
had fought so hard to claim. Wren still couldn’t quite believe it was hers. Or
at least half of it was. She and Rose had agreed to share it.
Still, her nerves were frayed. She had been worrying about this moment
all morning, steeling herself for the worst. Given the events of the last few
days, which had seen the unfortunate death of Rose’s betrothed, Prince
Ansel of Gevra, on their wedding day, followed swiftly by the welcome
demise of Willem Rathborne, their traitorous Kingsbreath, Wren hadn’t
been expecting a big turnout, or even a positive one, but a jubilant sea of
people had gathered just beyond the golden gates. Revelers from the nearby
town of Eshlinn and beyond had come to wish the twins well on their
coronation day. The crowd was so large it stretched all the way back to the
woods. Thousands of grinning faces peered up at the white palace, their
cheers rising on the summer breeze. They had come to celebrate Wren and
Rose, the new twin queens of Eana.
The twins, for their part, stood on the balcony, bedecked in their finest
gowns and brand-new crowns, absorbing their adoration like sunlight.
Together, they glowed like a beacon—the promise of a new era, in which
the witches and non-magical folk of Eana would live side by side in
harmony, and all the old superstitions and festering mistrust would finally
be laid to rest. It was a day of promise and possibility. Or at least it would
have been if Wren’s head hadn’t been pounding like a drum.
“Stop scowling,” said Rose out of the side of her mouth. “They’ll think
you’re unhappy.”
Wren glanced sidelong at her sister. Rose’s smile was full and gleaming.
It had been perfectly fixed in place for almost an hour. She had been waving
for just as long, too, her hand raised high above her head, so every man,
woman, and child below could see it and know they were welcome.
Cherished. Rose was a natural at this. She had been born for it.
Wren had never felt more like a novice in her life. Her smile had come
easily at first, her surprise at hearing the cheers as they opened the doors to
the balcony filling her with a rush of relief. But now her energy was
waning. She had smiled and waved for so long her arm was exhausted. She
was exhausted. It was no wonder. After all, she had grown up among the
witches on the windswept beaches of Ortha in the west, far from the pomp
and ceremony of Anadawn Palace and all the patience and decorum
expected of a princess. “How long do we have to stand out here for?” she
hissed. “All this waving is making me ravenous.
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