登入Ember Frost’s POVThat was all my mother said, but I understood what she was trying to tell me.I had watched my father make difficult decisions, and witnessed both his victories and his losses. I wasn’t the inexperienced child I had once been. I knew politics was never as simple as it appeared from the outside. Behind every victory, every moment of praise, and every respected name were sacrifices, compromises, and burdens that most people would never understand.But knowing all of that didn't make Amelia's death any easier to accept. A weight settled over my chest, and no matter how hard I tried to reason with myself, I couldn't shake the emptiness she had left behind. For the first time, I found myself questioning everything I thought I understood.If saving countless lives meant sacrificing someone who didn’t deserve to die, could I truly call that the right choice?Was there really a point where one life had to be placed against thousands of others? Or was there a way to protect
Ember Frost’s POVSomeone had to take the blame for what happened, and in the end, everyone pointed their fingers at Amelia.The rumors spread faster than anyone could stop them. Some said she'd been too sure of herself, that her carelessness had let me slip away while I was under her protection. Others insisted she cared more about proving herself than making the right call, claiming none of it would have happened if she'd sent the army in sooner.Then there were the whispers people only dared to share behind closed doors. They insisted the palace's defenses were far too strong for the rogues to break through on their own. The only explanation, they said, was that someone on the inside had helped them. Before long, those whispers turned into accusations, and Amelia became their target. Some even claimed she'd been working with the rogues from the very beginning.The public needed someone to hate, and Amelia became that person. Facts no longer mattered. My parents knew she wasn't resp
Ember Frost's POVI stuck out my tongue sheepishly, suddenly feeling a little guilty."Snacks help me think, Mother," I said with a grin. "Everything feels less exhausting when I have something to nibble on."She looked at me with a mix of amusement and resignation."You're all grown up," she said, "so why does it seem like you're trying to make up for everything you didn't get to eat as a child?"Shaking her head, she turned to Vivian."Could you bring her a few more biscuits?"Vivian nodded and returned a moment later with a small plate.My mother slid it toward me before fixing me with a pointed look."These are the last ones," she said. "After that, no more until dinner. Learning a little self-control is just as important as everything else I've been teaching you."I finished the last biscuit, brushed the crumbs from my hands, and turned my attention back to the stack of reports waiting for me. They were the same routine documents I'd been reading all afternoon, and before long, m
Ember Frost’s POVFreya looked completely overwhelmed by the endless selection of beautiful fabrics. Every time she thought she'd found the one, another design caught her attention. By the time we were ready to leave, she'd somehow narrowed it down to over ten options, yet she still couldn't bring herself to cross a single one off the list.In the end, she decided we'd come back to the House of Elysian the next day to make the final choice."The gown needs at least a month to be completed," Freya said, her tone turning more practical. "If I keep going back and forth, we'll run out of time. I'll look through everything again tonight and make up my mind. By tomorrow, I'll have my final choice, and we should be able to finish everything in a couple of hours."I wanted to believe her, but I wasn't so sure. I'd seen the album on her phone. It was packed with wedding dress inspirations—at least seventy or eighty of them—and she had been obsessed with every single one. Knowing Freya, I had a
Ember Frost’s POVThat night, Vivian came by with a bracelet clutched in her hand. It was the only thing she had left that still connected her to her sister."This was the last thing our mother gave us," she said softly. "When she gave birth to Xena and me, my father couldn't accept that he'd had two Omega daughters. He left us without looking back."She fell silent for a moment, her fingers tightening around the bracelet."After that, it was just the three of us. My mother had no one to lean on, but she never complained. She took every job she could find just to keep us alive. She barely rested. Eventually, her body couldn't keep up anymore." Her voice caught slightly."By the time she got sick, there wasn't much anyone could do. We lost her soon after.""Xena was still so little when our mother died. She couldn't understand why she wasn't coming home anymore. Every night, she'd cry and ask where she was."A faint, bittersweet smile appeared on her lips."I'd put this bracelet on he
Ember Frost’s POV"Your Highness," Alistair said, lowering his voice, "something this important can't be rushed. People need time to accept a truth like this, and the graduation ceremony gives us the best chance to tell them."He looked around the crowded hall before continuing."The people who'll be there aren't rival nobles or political enemies looking for a reason to turn this against you. They're your classmates and the professors who've watched you grow over the years. They know you. That alone makes them more willing to listen before they judge." His expression grew more solemn."The journalists invited by the academy were chosen carefully. They're experienced reporters, not people chasing rumors or sensational stories. If we present the truth clearly, they'll report the facts, and the palace can take it from there.""Besides," he continued, "Wolfsong Academy already has the people's respect. If you reveal your identity there, they'll be more likely to accept it. They'll see yo
Ember Frost’s POVI didn’t stop to weigh the risks. None of that mattered. People came first; everything else could wait.Eira raised her hand and released a sharp burst of magic, scattering the shadows that had been creeping toward us with greedy intent. At the same moment, Elder Harriet and I rus
Ember Frost’s POVThe cave wall shuddered.No—it was moving in waves.The moment it realized we had noticed, the so-called cave dropped its disguise. Whatever restraint it had worn vanished in an instant.Rock slid through rock as if the cave had forgotten how solid objects worked. The floor folded
Ember Frost’s POVMy patience was already hanging by a thread when an unwelcome voice interrupted.“Well, well. Our young lady looks exhausted,” the voice drawled. “Are this many people not enough to help you sleep peacefully? Or should we bring a few more and tuck you in properly?”I didn’t need t
Ember Frost’s POVIt was a plain mug of tea. The ceramic was almost too hot to hold, steam curling up from the surface as if it had just been poured moments ago.That was what made it unsettling; I knew for certain the tea had been sitting there for at least nine hours.But that wasn’t possible.I







