Father’s in danger.
This King… This shifter… He killed my mother.
Castian’s words from the forest echoed in her mind. “Everything that happened to your mother, to the Kingdom, was done by your own father.”
Should I ask him about it? No. Not now. The test is most important…I can ask my father about…
Chrystal paused again. Her father’s face floated into her mind.
His clean-cut features. His blue-green eyes. His dutiful, composed stare. His powerful shoulders and robust frame. A King in more than name.
She tried to see her mother’s face. To recall it from her memory, but all that came up was the faded face in an old locket a maid had given her. A maid her father had removed when he found out.
There were no images of her mother anywhere in the kingdom. Like a ghost, like the wind, her m
