The nobles of House Corneille called her “the White Pig.” Not to her face—never to her face, because her family’s wealth could buy their entire bloodline twice over—but behind jeweled fans and goblets of honeyed wine, the whispers festered.
“Your father is a fool who confuses cruelty with strength,” she said. “You are not a spare. You are a person. And persons grow into whoever they choose to become.” The nobles of House Corneille called her “the White Pig