For whatever reason, the god Vix gave me the strength to break my father’s wards and fulfill a prophecy he tried to prevent. Now more than ever, I knew my rightful path. A soft voice and fair eyes flickered across my mind. I blinked it away. Peering over my shoulder, I eyed the pinnacles of Näkt Mir jutting toward the winter sky, then I turned back toward the woods and walked on. Vayla was right. My path was resolute and sure—to take my father’s throne.
