The Lycan Prince Maid
She didn't move to touch it, but her eyes went to the symbols anyway, and her expression shifted in recognition, or close to it.
"A woman of silver blood," I said, "born low and forged in fire, will either crown a new age or burn the old one to ash. I've spent eleven years chasing that sentence, Gina.
Eleven years, and then a scullery maid appears in the Lycan palace and the oldest wards in this kingdom light up around her like she was expected."
"That doesn't mean it's me."
"Doesn't it?" I tilted my head. "You transformed a set of standing stones outside a royal forest without meaning to. You've unraveled two grown women's minds without laying a hand on them.
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