“This has nothing to do with a forgotten land.” My father bristled. “We are not fighting for Veyrith.” “You should be.” My grandmother’s gaze snapped back to my father’s, and he flinched. “Verena is the last daughter of Veyrith, but there were many daughters before her.” She took a step forward. “The queen.” Another step. “My daughter.” Her voice sharpened. “Me.”
