Clifford's POV  I couldn't stop thinking about Rakia.  After she disappeared behind those double doors, I never saw her again. That uncomfortable feeling that something bad had happened to her kept knawing at my brain. But I couldn't jump up to go find her. The number of guards had increased these past few hours, plus my arm muscles were now sore from constantly swinging my sword. Richard and I had found refuge in an old, dusty storeroom and decided to catch our breath there. "Sheesh! I can literally hear your heart threatening to jump out of your chest," Richard remarked in a snarky tone. "Calm down, bro. She's fine."  I sat on the floor and swiped sweat off my for

Clifford's POV King Reginald moved with a purpose.  Every step he took in his daughter's body was poised, swift and precise. There wasn't a drop of water around as we moved through the castle to find Adrian's mother but somehow, King Reginald was able to move the guards out of his way against their will.  They'd come charging towards us, then in the flick of a second, they'd freeze, like someone had pressed pause in their brain. They stood still with their eyes wide open, and wouldn't move a muscle until King Reginald let them. And all he would do was to throw them knock them out.  Granark insisted that we help him with his...unfinished business. So here we were, tr

Two months later Rakia's POV "Rakia." Someone nudged me from my beauty sleep. "Wake up!" I just groaned and turned to the side, hoping she'd get the hint to go away and leave me in peace. But she didn't because she pulled the duvet off me. "C'mon Rakia, Get up. You have to get ready for the coronation." I blew a raspberry into the pillow. Over the past months, Granark and the council members had cramped my head with a lot of stuff I should and shouldn't do as queen. Everyday, I had something to do or learn. Yesterday's coronation rehearsal was the most stressful. Now I had to do the whole thing in front of the entire kingdom. "But I'm soooo tired," I groaned, pushing myself sideways to

Rakia's POV "Good people of Hartland," my smile broadened when my voice came out clear, without any signs of anxiety. "Thank you so much for accepting me as your queen. Words cannot express how grateful I am to be taking on this position. Over the past months, Hartland has been through a lot." I paused to pull in a breath. "We've discovered shocking truths, we've been betrayed and we lost a great ruler. But through it all, our beloved kingdom stood strong. I'm not saying there weren't any casualties, because there were; myself included." A babble of murmurs coated the air and I wasn't surprised. During rehearsal, Granark told me that labeling myself as a casualty might not sit well with the citizens. But if I was going to be their queen, they needed to know how I felt about everything that had happened these past months. I needed to be honest with them.