Sophia’s POV Is this what my life has been leading me towards? The murder of my parents? The pain, the hunger, the hopelessness of my late childhood? Part of me knows everything happens for a reason, the other part is angry that so much was lost to get to this point.There was pain in the eyes of the people who attacked our convoy on the outskirts of the city. Well, pain and distrust. Wayne has been keeping me apprised of everything happening in the city centre, but he never once mentioned the unrest near the border. Maybe he doesn’t know. I imagine he has had his hands full, but it doesn’t seem like him, to have overlooked those who have obviously suffered the most.I will be sure to send some of our people back to the run down, outlying community, to bring food and resources whilst we do what we can to undo the damage done by Acheron and his men. As our car rolls through the castle gates and into a massive courtyard, I get my first glimpse of where I was born. Of course I have

Torrin’s POV Well strike me down where I stand. The old codgers family lives. Seeing the pure delight on Sophia’s face was indescribable. Everyone around us saw it too. They saw the true heart of their queen. There will have been doubters amongst them, no matter how encouraging Wayne’s reports to Sophia have been. The reports I received were less... censored. I told him not to make the queen aware of the men who threatened her life before fleeing Blue Moon altogether. I have no doubt in my mind that the traitors will regroup and return, intent on continuing the usurpers reign of terror. There was even talk of some of the men challenging her for the throne. As ludicrous as that would have been, I have no doubt that many people here have lost their wits from living under Acheron’s rule for so long. I know that Sophia would grin and bear it, if she knew about the threats, but she already has the weight of the world on her shoulders. We will cross that bridge when we come to it.