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Neena was acutely attuned to my needs and much more agreeable to be around, so I kept her on. She’d only been working with me for six months, after my last maid fell ill for two weeks. In the grand scheme of things, Neena was new to the palace.

She squinted in concentration as she came over to help. “Do you know where that plum-colored dress is? The one with the sash?” I set down my coffee and headed to my closet. It was too hard to monitor and happening far too often. The problem was, even if we could fix one issue, we couldn’t stop every instance of post-caste discrimination.

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I was sure he was already running the scenario over and over in his head, trying to figure out how to set it right. I pushed the paper away and picked up my drink. The owner had the right to promote or fire anyone he wanted, and the waiter had the right not to be seen as something that, technically, didn’t exist anymore. Looking at the charred remains of the building, I honestly didn’t know whose side I was on. The waiter claimed that a promotion had been promised but was never delivered, and he was sure it was because of his family’s past. This time a restaurant was burned to the ground because its owner refused to promote a waiter to a position as a chef. “Coffee, Your Highness,” Neena said, setting the drink on my table. That wasn’t happening-and this new riot was just the most recent in a string of unrest.

Dad had expected the changes he was making in Illéa to be comfortably in place over the course of a generation, meaning any day now everything should click.

When Dad had first decreed that the castes were no more, people all over the country had been delighted. How was I supposed to know if I was walking next to a Six or a Three? And why did that even matter? It made no sense, especially since there was no outward sign of the divisions. I still thought it was completely bizarre that once upon a time people lived with these limiting but arbitrary labels on their backs. Twenty years ago, Dad’s first act as king was to dissolve the castes, and the old system had been phased out slowly over my lifetime. I flipped through the newspaper and saw that there had been yet another riot, this time in Zuni. But there were days, or sometimes months, when it felt like far too much was piled on me, too much for any one person, really. What they didn’t understand was that their attempts to make my life fair seemed rather unfair to me. So they changed the law, and the people rejoiced, and I was trained day by day to become the next ruler of Illéa. Ahren was the male, so Ahren would have been the heir.Īlas, Mom and Dad couldn’t stand to watch their firstborn be stripped of a title by an unfortunate but rather lovely set of breasts. Had I been born a generation earlier, it wouldn’t have mattered. However, there was one thing I managed to do in seven minutes that most would say is quite impressive: I became queen.īy seven tiny minutes I beat my brother Ahren into the world, so the throne that ought to have been his was mine. I once tried to run a mile in seven minutes after hearing some athletes could do it in four but failed spectacularly when a side stitch crippled me about halfway in. I COULD NOT HOLD MY breath for seven minutes. For lots of reasons, but mostly for making Callaway.