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"Parthenia." Aethyra croaked the girl's name, her cold eyes unflinching from her gaze out the window. The girl was always sent for her when she awoke from her nightmares, when all other's were afraid to call out her name. Parthenia, or Paige, was a sweet girl, always wishing to be helpful, always respectful; Aethyra liked her well enough.

"Enter, Parthenia, I am awake." She could smell the tea and bread, and a ghostly smile creeped across her lips, foreign and strange. Somehow, the girl always knew what she needed, be it silence, darkness, or just a hot cup of tea or coffee. Still, though, she could not tear her gaze from the scenery outside; the freedom of the garden and forests seemed to mock her, teasing her with the fact that she was still stuck inside, kept away from all she loved. It wasn't fair, but it was her life, her fate, as the Heir.