abigail-rt
A murdered king, a murderous nation, and a new young queen who should be falling in love, not falling into war. All Ahna sees is black – it’s in the mourning clothes she wears and her cousin’s eyes while they argue. It’s in the black cloud that hangs over Brenin City and rests over the Queen herself, taunting her youth. Black is everywhere, and Ahna must choose: embrace the darkness or let it toss her off her throne.