It was strapless, the bodice peacock-blue and edged in gold, full skirted at the front and gathered into an elaborate, foaming bustle of satin and peacock feathers at the back. I insisted that every inch of bare skin was powdered with gold: my shoulders, décolletage, and the lower part of my face. The golden mask would cover my eye, and my lips were painted with more gold. I carried a golden fan that, when it was opened, revealed hundreds of eyes and looked exactly like a peacock's tail.
Rhiannon HartTo be wounded or die at the hands of one who is meant to love you. Is there a more miserable thing in the world?
Rhiannon HartTag: rodden
You're doing well, you know," Rodden said.
I snorted. He'd not even broken a sweat and I was about to become the first girl to drown on dry land.
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