Lefae stepped out of her bedroom into her personal parlor. Because of her special circumstances, she had an entire section of the castle dedicated to her use alone. She also had her own servants that were loyal to just her and rarely interacted with the standard staff. Though her father had gone through great lengths to hide the truth behind his daughter's 'gifts' rumors still spread amongst nobility and commoners alike.
It was hard to find people willing to serve a woman with nicknames like 'Cursed Princess', but find them she did. What better place to find those people than among others considered cursed.
Lefae nodded kindly at her maid who set down a pot of freshly made tea. Her left hand bore a mark. It was a simple one that granted the elderly woman the ability to simply blow a gust of wind with all the strength of a child blowing raspberries. Yet she was feared and hated in equal measure as those who possessed the ability to move mountains. People like Lucius Kane.
