CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Sophia should have felt overwhelmed, sitting there in the wake of the battle, the details of an entire kingdom suddenly there for her to manage. Instead, as she sat there looking out over the assembled crowd of nobles and servants, soldiers and officials, it felt natural. It felt right.
It helped that Sebastian was there to share it with her, sitting by her side on his own throne, safe and hers. It helped that the other people she loved were there in the room too, from her brother and sister, to the reassuring presence of Sienne beside her, to her cousins. Yet it wasn’t just that. For probably the first time in her life, Sophia felt as though she was doing what she was supposed to be doing. She felt like she had a purpose, like she fit.
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