I looked down, startled to see moonflowers unfurling at my feet, their white petals luminous in the gathering darkness.
"I don't know how to control it," I confessed.
"You will," she assured me. "Just as you'll learn to command the other royal abilities as they awaken."
Uncle Mateo leaned forward. "Vivienne, we need to discuss the Conclave. Marc is mobilising his forces, making formal accusations about harbouring a Graystone heir."
Lady Vivienne's expression hardened. "He's desperate. His hold on the Northern Territories has been weakening for years. Without the legitimacy of Graystone blood, half the noble houses refuse to recognise his rule."
"Which is why he wants to find me," I surmised. "A forced marriage would give him what violence couldn't."
"Precisely," she confirmed grimly.
