Daughters of the King
For years, my mother and I had stolen, conned, and lied through our teeth to survive. It was easy to do, when you were a Daughter of the King.
That’s what they called them. The women like my mother. They were all Daughters, protected by the king through a law. The same law that forced them to marry and have children—the same law we fought to escape.
During the day, I'd watch my mother snake and seduce her way into men's hearts under the guise of a false widow. In the dead of night, we'd take all the money we could stuff into our pockets and run, while news of the war chased us.
So far, we'd been able to stay one step ahead of them, but only if we kept moving.
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