I stared across the sea toward my kingdom, and I made a vow. I may not be a worthy ruler yet. But I would become one. Not for the elders. Certainly not for myself. For my grandmother, who had loved her people with a fierce, all-consuming love that had turned to helpless rage. For my parents, who had led their people through the Asric Pass, only to watch as their safe haven was destroyed once more. And for the hybrids themselves, who had been hiding and suffering and dying under Regner’s rule.
