The woman who had been her first love, who had become like family to her, who had believed in her even when Elara had had trouble believing in herself. The queen who had once been a dancer, who had loved a woman she didn’t think she could have, who had taken care of her people as if they were her world. The girl who had grown up on a farm with parents who hadn’t really been her parents and yet had stepped up to face her destiny with more grace than Elara could have ever imagined. And now, she was dead.
