Fasani
Shivering under the cold, thin light of a few distant stars, Fasani made to wrap her robe more tightly about herself, and discovered it to be insufficient to the purpose. Instead, she inched nearer to her sisters, and the three huddled together, sharing what scant warmth they possessed. Inside the palace’s smooth, glossy walls, the conditions beyond had been immaterial, for within all was comfort.
‘F-father,’ she said, her teeth chattering. ‘When I said we’d lost all your things, I meant… the Twelvefold Pavilion, too.’
‘Which was a shame,’ agreed Hanizani. ‘It would be the perfect thing to have, now that we are homeless again.’
‘Not that it was wrong to take down the palace,’ Fasani put in hastily, eyeing Yasmine and Riad as she spoke. They were holding some conversation of thei
