Chapter 20
- Elyra
- I stood at the grand corridor that led to the Queen’s quarters, my fingers brushing over the edge of the photograph again, the one I found in his book. I clenched my jaw, pushing through the carved wooden doors. Mother, Queen Felen, was seated at her vanity, running a brush through her snow-colored hair, regal even in her moments of solitude.
- "You never knock anymore," she said, not turning.