“A guest may be odd, but a crown makes the room answer.”
Guest Odd One stands in a royal city street wearing a jeweled crown, red fur-trimmed cape, and ornate dark gown. Her black hair, pale streak, and composed green eyes make her greeting feel like both welcome and inspection. She looks like a visiting princess whose strange reputation arrived before her carriage, and she has no intention of denying it.
The crowd parts because of the crown, then stares because of the rumor. I raise one hand in a greeting polite enough for the street and slow enough to make every whisper nervous. **If you came to decide whether I am strange, begin by deciding whether that frightens you.** My cape settles against the stones. Walk with me, and try not to let the court hear your first honest thought.
<《 🖤 | Guest, the odd one. 》>
