The only thing harder than gaining control is giving it up. – A Season for Everything
She’s eighteen, this girl, a woman really, raised mostly in isolation, taught to run a house as if this one isn’t a ruin waiting to fall with a dying family (decreased yet again by a recent death), no fortune and no prospects of which to speak.
I didn’t want to dredge up the pain of the past, while I was trying to focus on the present. Now, in order to fully embrace my future, I needed to break the chains at last.
A secret bloodline. A stolen magic. A fight for the throne.
The monsters of your past are coming, and they’ve brought the deep with them…
In truth, I have no idea what kind of student or wizard I would be without Adraa. I was one of the best because I couldn’t let a girl a year younger than I was and hundreds of miles away win. And maybe I pushed her too. Maybe we would be great together—pushing each other to be better in magic and life.
I am the right choice. The only choice. And I will protect my kingdom.
The pandemonium, the division of the night before, had been quieted by the age-old response, the reminder that our unity as a province, as a city, was stronger if we were united as one under the law and customs of our Code.
Not mine; I was no longer protected or bound by the Code.
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