Do I marry the witch to take my throne, or do I declare all-out war with my uncle and take it by force? Only one of those options sounds appealing, but even if I had the support to do it, the Northern Lands were almost destroyed by a broken fate. Do I think myself stronger than the Sol King? Am I so arrogant that I believe I could succeed where he failed? No. But the other option makes me want to throw up, a sensation compounded by the headache still roiling in my skull.
