by M. E. Lee
She was a prisoner. Her only crime was being her mother's daughter. Someone wanted her dead before she could become a threat. What they didn't know was that she was not entirely alone. Hidden in the rafters of Woodstock Palace, a tiny figure in a dark reddish cloak watched over her -armed with ancient magic and pointed ears, invisible to guards and assassin alike. History remembers her. It forgot him. A short fantasy rooted in real Tudor history. For fans of Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell and The Name of the Wind. A new Lox short story.
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