The morning sun shone on the palace towers, melting the snow across Silverstead, the sign of a new season.

I stood at the balcony, hands resting lightly on the Silverstone railing, letting myself watch as the kingdom moved around me. Calm and alive.

It was a sound I had once thought I’lld never hear.

I was still enjoying the peaceful scenery we had created when I suddenly heard a cry,

Matilda.

I would recognise her voice anytime, anyday. I ran quickly towards the sound, my sword ...