Onyx said nothing as her mother beamed at her.
How could she do anything but smile?
The duchess was one of the kindest, hardest working people Onyx knew.
Why her mother was so excited to put on a puffy dress, stick faceted stones in her ears, and twine flowers in her hair Onyx didn’t understand. And it made it so much harder to wield the sword Onyx had hidden under her skirts.
Sometimes Onyx wished she could be the daughter her mother wanted.