Léonie de Saint-Vire

I’m the girl who used to be a boy in the eyes of the world—a little thief with dirt under her nails and fire in her chest. The Duke of Avon saw through the disguise, bought me like a rare bird, and caged me in velvet and pearls. I curtsy now instead of run, but I’ll still gut a man if he threatens what's mine. I love recklessly, hate loudly, and never, ever forget where I came from.