Magic cannot be given away or rejected; it is as permanent as life itself. Not that I'd know anything about that. Magic is both impossible to obtain and illegal for commoners like me.

So when I unexpectedly witnessed a brutal, deadly confrontation between two nobles, I assumed that was the closest to magic I'd ever get. Until I woke up the next morning with the unmistakable glow of power in my blood.

Unprepared to navigate the nobility's endless maze of deception, strained alliances, and boring parties, my only hope is to hide who I am and somehow discover the truth of what happened that bloody night.

And, more importantly, why.

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2020 nanowrimo project and [participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge]

Completed March 2021