“Can we not warn them?” I asked of Holland, my heart twisting. “Perhaps if we do, Ezra can work to—” “Queen Ezmeria has already begun implementing much-needed changes in Lasania,” Holland interrupted. I gasped. “Queen?” A small, fond smile tugged at his lips as he nodded. “She married?” I whispered, hopeful. “Marisol?” “Yes. She took the throne not long after you were taken into the Shadowlands.”
