“She went to grab her scarlet cloak before remembering it was still in Valleyda. One shaky sigh, that she’d left it there, but a marriage was more than a cloak. As for the other reasons she’d kept it – the claiming of who she was, what she was – she didn’t need a cloak for that anymore, either. She knew it in her bones, she wore it in her eyes instead of on her shoulders.”
