She ripped off her sleeves and the humble wrappings on her feet and they saw not a girl with chickenfeet but a harpy as beautiful and terrible as a falcon.
She flexed the wings she had been trained to hide and the talons she had been told to hate as her cry went on and tears came to her eyes.
'Please stop,' they begged her.
And as the shriek died in her throat, she realised that her difference was power and that she should never have given in to silence.
Her reign began that day.