Ravena's POV
One night, the camp was filled with screams and explosions that shook the ground under our cots. I woke with my heart in my throat and the taste of smoke in my mouth. Mira was already holding the lamp, her face pale.
We quickly pulled on our royal guard uniforms, made of dark leather with steel plates. I tied the neck strap and sheathed my blades as Rhea double-checked my buckles.
Outside, the tents were bathed in orange light as drums urgently sounded the alarm.
Suddenly, two soldiers stood in my way. “By order of the Prince, all aides and visitors must evacuate,” the taller one said.
I stepped back. “No.”
The soldier blinked in surprise. “Princess, please. He will have our heads if we don't follow his orders.”
“I am not running.” I met his gaze. “I am of royal blood
