She was leaving home. Again. In just a few moments she was expected to parade before the citizens of Levea as a happy queen who was ready to sacrifice her freedom for the continent. Only she wasn’t. Arianna wasn’t the ruler they needed. She wasn’t some great war hero full of brave tales that bards could spin into legends. She was just an eighteen-year-old female who wanted to read her books, sip hot cocoa, and curl up in a quiet part of the world with the male she loved.
