I plopped down in the armchair. I ran my hands through my hair. I had become a queen like the ones little girls dreamed about, except little girls didn't think about all the war and politics real queens had to endure. We were talking about things like people and territories, not sparkly ponies and dragons.

I pinched the bridge of my nose as I thought. How was I going to find Kezia? How was I going to stop Mila? I guess I needed to get Kezia back, and then that would stop Mila, so I ...