On me way to the griffon flight master, I passed by the throne room and decided to peek in for a second to get a glimpse of King Bronzebeard. He saw me and although he nodded his head in polite recognition, his jaw tightened. I waved and kept moving. When I was a wee lass, people had teased me and Princess Moira for our striking resemblances. Even King Bronzebeard would feign confusion and pretend I was really his daughter and jovially laugh at Moira’s shrieks of protest. I’d also get a wink from him now and then as one of his guards would mistake me for Moira and announce that the princess was approaching. It was nothing more than a merry little game.

Of course, now that Moira’s is screwing the royal lineage with Emperor Dagran Thaurissan’s seed, I wisely keep me distance these days!