Clementine:
I have been sleeping in the attic since I was scalded at dinner and nobody came to check on me. The hot soup tossed at me by my stepmother burned my skin. I was a child, so I could not heal fast. I knew I was going to suffer. They would not give me any medicine. My father didn't care. It happened right in front of him and he did not object, so I knew it did not affect him.
Glinda had been extremely bothered for two days, and her tantrums only made me suffer. She kept pacing outside my father's study, arguing with him back and forth. I did not understand what was going on between them, but being a child did not mean I was clueless like Leysa.
For Leysa, things were different. She was special. She would not be put in places where she could see or hear anything that would ruin her peace of mind. She was treated sacredly. Yes, sacred was the right word, because my father used to call her that. He would say she was his mental peace.
