There was no hesitation left in me, no more wavering over what I would do. I dropped to one knee, and Dacre’s father’s gaze snapped to mine. Dacre’s fingers tightened around my wrist. The mark throbbed between us, pulsing unlike I had ever felt before. “I will fight beside you.” My voice was steady. Strong. “Until the king is dead.” The tides had turned. And I knew when tomorrow dawned, we would march. Tomorrow, my father would fall.
