Chapter 25
The holes in Aria’s memory seemed to be getting larger.
There were whole days when she would arrive back at her rooms and it was time for sleep, but she had no memory of the day that had passed.
Or sometimes on the small throne that her father had had set up next to his, she would blink and realize she didn’t know how she had come to be there.
One thing was certain, though. She loved her father. She loved everything about him, and she couldn’t wait to be named heir. He had told her of the festivities that would happen, starting with a procession early in the morning before they did the actual ceremony. They would travel through the whole city. And then would come the ceremony that would tie her to the throne and her ultimate destiny to be the queen of Gariah, and maybe, her
