El destino del reino

I swore I would never return to this palace. That I would never again kneel before my father. But I have been dragged back to his gilded cage, where I am trapped under his rule and bound to a fate I tried to escape. He can beat my body to pieces, he can steal my magic to use as he pleases. And no matter how many nights I dream of Dacre bursting into these halls, pulling me from the darkness, dreams are nothing compared to a king's greed. Even if Dacre comes for me, even if I break free from my father's control, I'm not sure there's anything left of me to save. The kingdom is dying. The land is withering under the weight of stolen magic, and my father's reign will not end without bloodshed. But I have lived in darkness for far too long. And I was not born to wither: I was born to burn.