[Fiction]

Kethryn ne’Lassiter had always known. That was the bottom line. The Prime daughter of House Lassiter waddled about the house like a whale that had grown legs, bumped into things, carelessly snatched what was not hers, and all the while stared about herself with a benign morbidity that was the core of her innocent nature. She had been told as early as age four, and then again every year of her life, taken into that room on her birthday, and told again.

Taken in where Selena herself was never allowed. Given presents that Selena would never touch. Continue reading “The Claiming” →