Literature
Crow Feathers
As often as she had come to be told of her beauty, Rue would always have to despise a piece of it, whether she could bring herself to believe any of it or not.
Like ravens' feathers...
Whispered as she passed, often with wonder and never with fear- though the people of her prince's kingdom would have every reason to fear ravens, his return seemed to have banished their troubles- she found the comparison sickening. That it fit so well only made it harsher.
So it was a surprise for her one evening, when her prince, sitting beside her on an elaborate garden bench that looked shoddily made compared to his features, turned to her and said, "I h