The world collapsed. I lost love and my good name. Everything I had…
What else can I do? I demanded justice from the emperor. I have a right to it, because my parents died for the empire. They’re trying to kill me, and help comes from the rector of our academy—someone I thought was an unfeeling statue. Why didn’t I notice before how his eyes burn with blue flame when he sees me?
As a child, my grandmother and I guessed at sunsets. Bloody— to trouble, ginger… How can you wait for a ginger sunset, which—according to beliefs—brings happiness?