The Prince’s words from that morning still followed Aria’s steps as she made her way across the camp. Evin followed her, but both were silent. At times, she wondered if she was just living in a dream. In her dream, everything would suddenly end when she opened her eyes and found herself sleeping in a cold cell of the Emperor’s Arena again, or back in Sylvia’s slave room. However, the cold on her cheeks was real, and so was the snow under her footsteps. Aria didn’t want to think too ...