Epilogue
Alona Cahill
The constant drip, drip, drip noise drove Alona mad. Some days she counted the drips until she fell asleep only to wake up to another day of nothing but darkness, damp walls, and the constant drip.
Alona had never thirsted for magic the way some of the serving class did. But right now, she’d give almost anything to have been born with magic just for the ability to create fire for warmth and light.
“What does Regan want with me?” she asked the walls of her cell. “I am nothing but a useless princess destined to become a maid. I have no value as a bargaining tool beyond my mothers’ love for me.” And they would never compromise the future of Eldur just for her. That was too high a price to pay for their daughter’s freedom. Regan had to know that.
The drip, drip, drip
