“Momma, who's this?” Elerie pointed to a picture of a beautiful queen in a book too big for her to read. The mysterious woman intrigued her because she held a sword in her left hand, and Elerie had only seen guards carrying them.

    Queen Tazia stared at the drawing, her eyes cold. “She is no one. A woman who once led our kingdom, but was selfish and is to be forgotten. Do you understand?” Elerie nodded, disappointed and her curiosity still...