The weight of the revelation pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe.
I closed the book, gripping the worn leather cover as if it would steady the storm raging inside me, aware that I was never meant to know this.
The kingdom feared my mother’s bloodline so much that they erased it from history. They made sure I grew up blind to the power I carried, helpless against those who wanted to control me.
And now I was standing in the ruins of their lies, staring at the truth they buried.
The truth about me. ‘A savior or a storm.’ My fingers tightened around the book, my nails digging into its spine.
‘Which one did they fear more?’ I asked internally.
Suddenly, a sharp creak echoed through the archives.
I froze. Someone was outside.
I blew out the candle instantly, plunging the room
