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Chapter 8. Worthy

I felt like I was in the middle of a cold war, where all sides had their own agendas. I realized I was being utilized as a chess piece—a movable piece to help another player achieve their goals.

Anytime is good for me, because I may be used at any time... by dying.

Either I satisfy the intrigue of the council, or I obey the monarch. The king, after all.

Prince Killan, because of his reasoning. It's not just a surface-level concern on his part that I'd be bragging about the powers I have.

In this case, what might possibly be Lady Montay's motivation? To what does the council look forward?

"Princess Idrish, please step it up a notch. Prove your mettle and you will be sent to the winter arena." Montay's actions were rather oblique. I just didn't click with her. If they make me abandon her in the woods, every bone in her body will be broken.

I implore your grace to demonstrate your talents. Another whisper reached my ears.

When Killan looked at me, his dark eyes met mine. His jaw clenched
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