Anastasia pov

　　The smell of iron and smoke was oppressive, and the screams of pain and anger were almost unbearable.

　　I had felt the urgency and need to intervene from the beginning, but the battlefield was a chaos of frantic movements and ruthless attacks. Rowan and my father Richard's soldiers were fighting with an almost supernatural ferocity, and I knew something was wrong. Their eyes shone with a sinister darkness, clear evidence that they were being ...