[Book Three] The girl that once was Milaia now must face the worst of all her nightmares, war. To do so, she must finally get to the truth of the story, with the help of her friends and allies. Will she be willing to pay the price to know it? Will s...
Maybe if I had been born and lived the life that was supposed to be mine, this moment wouldn't scare me as much as it did.
If I had been raised as a princess from the beginning, if I knew the right ways to behave, everything would be different.
But it wasn't.
What little I had learned, I had learned from my sister Mena, she had given me the tools to know how to be on my best behavior.
However, I did not feel confident.
Queen Lirana, known as Lira, was waiting for me with a great feast.
A real Queen, who was a princess before, princess of Bieno. Lucius' sister, a woman who had left her Kingdom, her title to marry the King of Vulcan, King Galore.
A Queen who would be judging me for the small detail of wanting to marry her son.
Nothing to fear, right?
As I went through the portal, my dress was activated.
Mena had designed it with the help of one of the Phoenix retinue.
The water reached my skin before I felt Vulcan's heat.
It remained the same as the last time I had been in it.
I didn't want to think about that moment, where I was searching for the Tree, where I almost lost Caelus forever.
How could he be so calm?
He had a suspicious smile covering his face.
Is he actually glad to be here with Phiona?
I couldn't let those thoughts sink into my mind. I had to be stronger than that, more monarch and less human.
'Are you ready darling?' Phoenix asked me, resting one of his hands on my back. Caelus tensed beside me.
I wasn't ready, I really didn't want to.
But what was I supposed to do?
'Of course I am,' I replied and inhaled deeply.
I could swear Caelus smiled at my response.
He could read my every thought, he always could, no matter how far I kept my distance from him.
The castle I had only recently observed from the outside opened up before me like a menacing rival.
The ceilings were high, the floors black ceramic and large red chandeliers formed small bonfires over our heads.
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My dress was really the only thing that kept me cool, considering that even my cheeks began to betray me as soon as I saw them coming down the stairs.
Queen Lirana was as beautiful as she was described. Her long hair, her piercing eyes and her delicate gait as if she danced with every step she took.
