A Queen Comes to Power (An Heir Comes to Rise #2)

by C.C. Peñaranda

“She is her mother’s daughter.” Agalhor stared wide-eyed at Faythe. The uncanny resemblance was enough to erase any doubt about who she was. It wasn’t only her mother she took after in appearance. “My daughter,” he little more than whispered.

“Who you are, who you become—that’s all on you and what you choose to make of the life you’ve been given. Don’t make yours a waste. Don’t throw away your chance to live beyond merely existing.”

Loss was an eternal shadow. It had clung to her since her mother’s passing and thickened the moment the light in Caius’s eyes went out. It wouldn’t diffuse with time; it couldn’t be banished with happiness. But it could ease with acceptance, just enough for those still living to bear the passing seasons for however many years they had left in this world. Death was a force that could not be fought, and time was its cunning accomplice. For nothing could prevent death’s claim once it sank its claws, and no amount of time could erase the pain it left behind.

Damn.

This is your destiny, Faythe. Whatever land or sea stretches between us can always be traveled. We will always make our way back to each other.”

“It’s time for you to embrace that free spirit of yours. It’s time for you to fly.”

Power, strength, wisdom, courage, knowledge, resilience, darkness, and light—you are all soul-bound by the same path of fate.”

I wonder who represents each word

there will be those who will try to look down on you, Faythe. Always give them no choice but to look up.”

“I promise to stand by you, Faythe Ashfyre. This day, until the end of days.”