Lorien POV

“What is this?” I breathed, turning in a slow circle as I took in the pristine room cream and gold from floor to ceiling, elegant and untouched, as if no one had ever lived a single day inside it.

Something heavy shifted on my head when I moved, tugging my hair. I let go of my gown to catch it before it slipped. My fingers brushed metal cool, solid and gems that glimmered beneath my touch.

A crown.

My spine snapped straight.

Why in the Goddess’s name would I be wearing a ...