A Song of Forgotten Characters  ⧠MYRANDA ROYCE
âYou will be taller than me soon,â the lady lied. She got to her feet and brushed the snow from her skirts. âAnd you must be the Lord Protectorâs daughter,â she added, as the bucket went rattling back up to the Eyrie. âI had heard that you were beautiful. I see that it is true.â
Alayne curtsied. âMy lady is kind to say so.â
âKind?â The older girl gave a laugh. âHow boring that would be. I aspire to be wicked. You must tell me all your secrets on the ride down. May I call you Alayne?â â Alayne II, A Feast for Crows.











