“She was almost as beautiful as you,” I murmured as I came to stand behind her, gazing up at Queen Merissa, Roxy’s mother and the last great Seer known to roam the world. “Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like to know her,” Roxy said softly, her voice laced with regrets. “To have grown up loved by parents who wanted us and cared for us.” “We would have been raised together,” I murmured, because I knew it was true. “You and Darcy would have been with the four of us from the start, night and day, Awakened early, trained to lead.” She looked up at me then, arching
