Nina buried her face in her coat’s woolen collar and said, “I wish you could see what I do. I can hear everybody on this ship, the blood rushing in their veins. I can hear the change in Kaz’s breathing when he looks at you.” “You … you can?”
“It catches everytime, like he’s never seen you before.”
She turned the lump of gold over her in her hands, then wrapped her dressing gown more tightly around her and curled up at the end of her settee. Again, Kaz marveled at the transformation. In these rooms, she played the part her client wanted to see-the powerful Grisha, serene in her knowledge. But witting there with her brow furrowed and feet tucked under her, she looked like what she truly was: a girl of seventeen, raised in the sheltered luxury of the Little Palace, far from home and barely getting by every day.
“Simple as that,” said Nina. “Did you know I’m next in line for the Fjerdan throne? They call me Princess Ilse of Engelsberg.” “There is no princess of Engelsberg,” said Matthias. “It’s a fishing town.” Nina shrugged. “If we’re going to lie to ourselves, we might as well be grand about it.”
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“What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.”