*Lena*

Hanna of Red Lakes, the Luna Queen of Valoria, my mother, was the most emotionally controlled person I’d ever known.

And as her eyes grazed over the faded mark above my breast, the wound already healed and a muted white against my skin, her face didn’t change. She was expressionless, and her eyes gave me no hint of what she was thinking.

Her calmness in chaos used to infuriate me. Both of my parents were that way, although my father did ...