AMARIS’S POV
“All hail the Blue Queen, Mother of Embers and the Moon’s Chosen!”
“All Hail!”
“All hail the Blue Queen, Mother of Embers and the Celestial Luna!”
“All Hail!”
Strange voices chanted in one accord—voices overrun with great conviction, akin to the sound of an army of a thousand whose lives had been sworn to the throne, whose loyalties would die by it.
Who could wield such power over these people? Who was their Blue Queen?
I tried to find the answer, searching my memories and thoughts for any form of familiarity, but my mind was shrouded in fog—a hazy mist that clouded my thoughts, blurred my vision, and smothered my understanding of my surroundings.
Wait. Where was I? Were the triplets here with me? The last thing I remembered was being at Nyoka’s place—right before I…
