Ivy mourned for Nor. Ivy couldn't judge her. She had no idea what Nor had lived through or what it was like here, but Ivy did know there was no happy ending for her and the prince.
"There was another girl, an Italian. She's gone now. But she was always talking about the promises Prince Jabir made her. How he was going to marry her. How much she loved him. We all know he doesn't love us. Maybe he's fond of us, some more than others, but he doesn't love us. I know he doesn't love me back. She started getting jealous any time he spent the night with someone else. She wasn't a favorite, never had been, so she spent a lot of time picking fights with people."
"Sounds like a great gal," Ivy drawled.
Good riddance.
Nor nodded and a smile briefly curved her lips. But it was gone in an instant. She gestured at her hair. "I, um, I've been lightening my hair a little every two months. Obviously I'm not naturally blonde. He likes blondes, you know?"