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In reality, it was just high enough for no one to see the king’s shame of a powerless heir.
“You know where to find me if that cloak of yours doesn’t provide enough warmth.”
“Be careful out here. The bridge can be a dangerous place for a girl like you.” A girl like me.
You only got to be that close to the king if you had something to offer him. If your magic was something he might need.
Survival has taught me to be invisible, to become a ghost drifting through the shadows. And that has served me well.
I was the lost princess who everyone still thought was locked away in her tower.
“And it looks like the little thief is a traitor.”
Members of the rebellion were caught almost daily by the palace guards.
A prisoner of the king was a prisoner of torture, and the rebellion had many secrets worth spilling.
We used to believe that the palace was impenetrable but getting in had never been the issue. It was getting back out.
“I believe you all have something that doesn’t belong to you.” “Dacre.”
“What a lucky bastard you are. She and her friend have been a nice change of scenery from the usual shit we normally drag in here.”
“I know, but I’m not leaving without her.”
“We’re not taking anyone else.”
“She has the rebellion mark, Dacre.”
“I don’t give a fuck what she has.”
“I’m not leaving her.”
“Fine.” I glanced at Kai. “You take Wren.”
The same color as the sky when the sun disappeared behind the clouds and a storm brewed on the horizon.
“You’re going to regret this,”
Even if she was right, I didn’t leave her behind.
He was beautiful, although harsh, and I hated the way he was looking at me. I remember you from somewhere.
I didn’t know which was more dangerous—being a prisoner in my father’s palace or being with the rebellion if they were to figure out who I was.
“You’re the commander’s son.”
“Let’s get home. We can deal with her lies there.”
“What’s this? You’re running from me?” “Just let me go.” “That’s not going to happen, little traitor.”
The monarch whose bloodline ended with me.
while another part was already trying to rationalize why I shouldn’t be in this place. The city my father had spent a lifetime searching for.
“We have no tolerance for supporters of the crown,” he growled.
“Nyra.” My voice trembled as I spoke my mother’s name, a name that had been forgotten the moment they called her queen. A name no one seemed to remember when they laid her beneath the cold dirt and stripped her title away to give to another.
I was the firstborn child of King Roan, heir to the Marmoris throne. But heirs to a kingdom couldn’t be powerless.
I was powerless, and that made me worthless to a kingdom that thrived on power. “I don’t have to tell you what power I have.”
“One cruelty doesn’t deserve another.”
“You’re angry with the king, yet you punish the men and women of his kingdom?”
“We punish those who are foolish enough to still follow a king who would rather hide in his castle and watch his people die than do a damn thing to save them. A loyalist to the king is an enemy to us.”
“Warrior it is.” “I’m not a warrior.” “Trust me, that’s more than noted. But if you can’t wield magic, you will learn to wield a sword.”
“Who am I following? Who’s the head of the warriors?”
This time, his smirk turned into a full-blown smile. “Me.”
“But there has been word that the king was spotted on the palace grounds. If he’s still there, then the princess has to be there too.” The princess.
A girl barely old enough to be considered an adult, and everything we were doing was dependent on finding her. The king had kept her hidden since she was a child, and my father was convinced there was a reason why. “If she’s still there, then we don’t stand a chance of finding her.”
“There’s only one reason the king would keep her hidden the way he has her whole life. The king craves power above all else, and he’s hiding her magic until he needs it.”
There was no reason for her to hide unless she knew we would use her.
“You never trust anyone,” he taunted. “But you never bother to train them either.”
“She’s different,” I said, my voice low and guarded. “She grew up in the palace.”
“So, I’m good enough to fight for you all but not good enough to know where we are?” “You’re not good enough to fight for us either.”
“You will have to prove yourself
and your loyalty before you’ll ever be given that honor.”
Her mother died raiding my home. She died fighting against my father and the power he held over this kingdom.
“I can be grateful and still think he’s an unbearable asshole, right?” “Oh. For sure.”
“Trust me, I should know. I’ve only spent a lifetime with him.”
