It was a reminder that she was not merely a princess, nor merely a ship’s captain. Nor merely the rightful queen of Nubrevna—if the Council would just agree to hand over the crown. Vivia Nihar was a Tidewitch, and a blighted powerful one at that. She could drown them all with a thought, so let Serrit Linday and the rest of the High Council try to cross her again. No more stalemates because they thought her unqualified and unhinged. No more tiptoeing around a room because women oughtn’t to run. To shout. To rule. And above all: no more blighted regrets.
Windwitch is much about Vivia that is about Merik
