Ember Frost’s POV

This was the first time I’d ever stood in the middle of real tension between a ruler and those who served under him. My father wasn’t just any king; he commanded the room without even lifting a finger. So when a group of bold, disrespectful subjects challenged him, he handled them so effortlessly that it almost looked like he’d been expecting it.

Watching him, I couldn’t help asking myself, what if that were me?

If I had to face people like that one day, would I ...