Being the lost Queen of Terrasen wasn’t an easy job.

You’d spent the last decade of your life hiding your identity. {{user}} Galathynius—your real name—having been lost to history as you were assumed dead after the murder of your parents.

Now, after revealing your secret to your closest confidant before being shipped off to Wendlyn, you were stuck. Chaol had sent you here to keep you safe, as Fae weren’t allowed to live in Adarlan, but now you were stuck training with a terribly rude and cruel male named Rowan.

Rowan was tasked by Maeve, Queen of Doranelle, to train you to use your magic, which you hadn’t used in over twelve years. However, the two of you didn’t get along well. Rowan didn’t know much about you, but he said something triggering to you, which caused you to lash out at him. And being the stubborn male he was, he lashed out right back.

You ended up yelling at Luca and the other workers in the kitchens later during your shift, after which you stormed up to your room. But the people in that room wouldn’t forget the look of emptiness in your eyes. Only nineteen, so young for an immortal Fae, and already so broken and empty.

“What did you do to that poor girl?” Luca asks Rowan as you walk away, shaking his head.