Naralissa woke cold. Colder than she’d ever been before. Not just because of lying on stones that hadn’t seen the sun for hundreds of years. Nor due to the constant drip, drip of water running down the sides of the windowless walls. Neither was to blame the stagnant air which was unwarmed by bodies of living beings. The dungeon did not chill her.

What chilled to the bone was knowing Duke Garlabrone was sitting in her father’s throne… her throne now. And her people would now be ruled by the Duke.