Chapter POV: Liv Ivaldi
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Jasmine and I watched over the man we loved the most. He slept sprawled on the bed. There was a fishy smell in the room. It was a scent I knew well. It was the musk that came from a man's baby batter.
Sex was considered a duty in the North. It was common to see people randomly engaged in making the next generation everywhere. Everyone from maids to guards to those barely fourteen years old were not exempt.
My mother's curse ensured that practically no man would look at me. It was rather sad that not a single man could see my red hair. Since I had no idea what I looked like, I asked some friends of the opposite sex.
According to them, I looked bald, had crooked teeth, uneven eyes, and bushy eyebrows. After hearing such a description, I no longer wondered why everyone seemed to hate me.
Only the man who slept in front of me, the one I would die for, found me beautiful.