"Lips as red as blood, hair as soft as wool, skin as pale as snow, hair darker than ebony, that was the woman, Sasha Lovelle was." My teacher taught as I stared at my half sister, Hildegard who seniored me with three years.Hildegard, pretty little thing she was, with a mixture of my father and her mother, Cecile. Blonde hair that was always braided like she was a lonely maid, style so simple and face breathtaking with green eyes that shimmered and showed an unhealthy innocense for the rich and corrupted life she was born.I felt pity for her that she had been born a Greyjoy as a peaceful peasant life was better than her fate in a corrupt monarch that will take pleasure ripping that predictable and easy smile on her face."What do you think was Sasha Lovelle's greatest weakness girls?" Mrs Marquis, a French woman who had crossed borders with her family to live a better life asked."Sasha trusted the wrong people and that was why she died a tragic death wi
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