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“The future queen of Ilya bows her head to no one.”
I am the sacrifice that Ordinaries have bled and died for. I am the power they lack.
“Why obey a man when I can be a far greater one?
Love and paranoia are quite fond of each other, habitually mingling into a suffocating protection.
“So bow at my feet with a sneer, if you must. I won’t see it with your face to the ground.”
It’s not the Trials themselves I fear—it’s what they will take from me.
“I really am Ordinary. Even to animals.”
Water is fickle, and man is foolish enough to think we can tame it.
She was a rarity, one that Edric had not known before her—a Soul. This ability allowed her to sense and manipulate another’s emotions. More than once, Iris had used it on the king to turn the pressures of ruling into a spark of happiness that he only ever felt when she was around.
It’s a piece of Death himself that lives within me. And now, I command it.
“But I welcome the fact that you need me. The powerful, arrogant Ilya—brought to its knees.”
“Well”—she sets the teacup down on the small table beside her—“in my experience, there is love. And there is duty. But there is never both.”
Power is a sickness that corrupts all those who get a taste.
“I don’t think he wants to be looked after.” “He should be grateful that someone cares enough to do so,” Kai retorts stiffly. “Not all of us had that luxury.”
“I could crush your heart with a single thought.” “Maybe your ability could.” My gaze is lethal. “But you couldn’t.”
“I am power earned, not gifted. I became one of you. Observant enough to pose as a Psychic, strong enough to survive your Trials. Over and over, I have proved myself worthy of your loyalty.
“A king left his mark upon my heart, and now, I will leave mine across his kingdom.”