Palace of Darkness
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by Tracy L. Higley
The queen floated from the room on a wave of perfume, leaving Lydia hugging Caesarion all the more fiercely, the younger brother she would never have.
Often as a child she had pretended that she was a princess too. Stolen from her parents who even now searched the world for her. But such dreams were remnants of childhood, and there was nothing, no one, that was truly hers. No one to whom she belonged.
She buried her face in Caesarion’s sweet-smelling hair.
It was best to keep some distance.