Thor Cressors.
He lost one Luna and got a better one back.
We all lost our father yet he got the throne.
He abandoned the throne for a year and I spent every second of that time working to prove myself—tracking the True Bloods, strengthening my standing before the tribunals. But what did I get? Nothing. And what did he get? All the glory for finding a handful of people we all worked together to save.
It’s always Roar. It always has to be Roar.
I am tired. I am tired—
I am seething. I want the throne. All my life, I have wanted it. Roar didn’t want it—it was a burden to him. Many times, he said it. And yet, despite my hunger for it, despite my work, the throne is his.
I need to drown this out. I cannot even stay in the Moon Grave Castle for long—it suffocates me with the weight of my
