[ sigh. katsa brings the locket closer to her face, to the mismatched colors of her eyes: right eye blue, left eye green. no one's yet to tell her heterochromia isn't impossible anywhere else, and though the colors are a little brighter than most natural eyes hers still aren't nearly as strange as other gracelings' can be. ]

King Randa's lady Graceling, or I was at the time. His thug. A Graced fighter, though my true Grace comes at any threat to my survival, not just fighting. A woman who made it known she never intended marriage nor children. A bad sort of wife on all counts.