By Dia Calhoun
Because the blood of her great-great-grandmother, Dolvoka, had sprung up in Princess Avielle-because she regarded Dredonian-would Dolvoka's evil magic spring up in her, too? together with her silver pores and skin and silver hair, fifteen-year-old Princess Avielle of Rhia resembles her Dredonian great-great grandmother who practiced evil magic. each person in Rhia expects Avielle to show evil, too. refrained from through these round her, she feels unloved and not able to like others. additionally, Rhia is at the verge of warfare with Dredonia, which suffers below the rule of thumb of evil wizard-priests: the Brethren of the Black Cloaks. they've got put very unlikely calls for upon Rhia, however the king and queen have refused to acquiesce.One poor evening, the Brethren assault, killing the royal relatives and hundreds and hundreds of others. in simple terms Avielle escapes. She needs to maintain her identification mystery to prevent dying from the enemy. whereas hiding one of the universal humans, she learns that she has a paranormal present for weaving. yet will this present, rooted in her Dredonian blood, lead Avielle to a similar evil that possessed her great-great grandmother? Or will it aid her unfastened her humans from extra assaults?
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A white veil falling in folds from the brim concealed her face, and white gloves covered her hands. She knew it was highly unlikely that anyone would recognize her, but she was taking no chances. And no one, if she could help it, would ever know that she had Dredonian magical power—if, indeed, she did. Avielle was not certain about what had happened last night with the fireflies; she hoped there was another explanation, hoped Gamalda had something to do with it. She was on her way to find out. “But if I do have magic powers,” she whispered.
Avielle wished Lady Kipferd would return to the fourth floor. There, at the far end of the north wing, was a long, sunny room full of looms, where many of the ladies and ladies-in-waiting spent their days weaving, stitching upon tapestries, making lace, or embroidering. They gossiped and chattered as they worked. Sometimes musicians played softly in the background, or poets read aloud. But three years ago, when Avielle had asked to learn to weave, her presence had cast a pall over the room. Every time she entered it all chattering ceased.
Only one footman and no royal livery for him or the coachman. ” “Yes, Princess,” he said, his voice sullen. A half hour later Avielle was riding inside the brougham; it smelled of leather from the seats. She wore a DIA CALHOUN sapphire blue hat that concealed her ears and her hair, which she had pinned up. A white veil falling in folds from the brim concealed her face, and white gloves covered her hands. She knew it was highly unlikely that anyone would recognize her, but she was taking no chances.