A part of her wanted to stay: extract the metalwork from her arm, destroy the tracking spell, and stay at Skies’ End, where, in the past moon, she had begun to find a semblance of a home. But she had spent enough of her life hiding. Twelve long cycles, most of it spent looking away from the truth of her kingdom, casting her gaze down and bowing before the Elantians even as her friends and loved ones and other people around her continued to die. It was time to stop running. It was time to face the truth of whatever her mother had entrusted to her.
