Jan 27
4 min read
The Flower Eater
Beauty is both fair and cruel.
In a village removed from the ways of courtly life, Henna might not have known anything about pretty dresses and painted smiles if Princess Paya’s retinue had not passed through the dusty streets one late afternoon.
The princess wore a red shroud that concealed her face through the carriage’s window, but her dainty hand — adorned with gold rings affixed with…
