Stay close to the Palace. My brother has always been very protective of the things he cares about. I'm cold but also suddenly afire, my skin burning as though with fever. Turning, I go to my vanity table and lean forward onto it, looking at my reflection in its mirror. I'm not Celena Schezar, sister of the Heavenly Knight Allen Schezar, lost girl disappearing into a rosy haze of memory, china doll to be kept safe so that she won't be broken.
Nobody seems to understand.
The lips twist up into a smile, a thin curve like a blade. Grinning, I lean closer to the glass. Yes, I'm still the same. I still haven't forgiven you for that, Van Fanel. And I really do look like a girl with all this hair.