“You are already a better ruler than your mother, Lina. You don’t need to try so hard to prove you are so different than her.” Lina’s eyes guttered, the weight of the Baba’s words crashing into her. The Baba had said the thing that Bri had been thinking since the moment she met Lina. It was evident in every choice and action Lina made: she wanted to prove herself worthy of her crown, but in her people’s eyes, she already had.
