My father ruled through fear and fire. I had seen what happened to those who defied him. And Dacre had done far worse than defy him. He had helped me escape. I had been his enemy. I represented the thing he hated most. I was a threat to everything he stood for. And still, he had chosen me. Even after the betrayal, after learning my true identity, after every reason I had given him to turn away, he had protected me. He had given me the most dangerous weapon of all. Hope.
