The throne room was cold and dark except for the only light shining down from the ceiling glass window onto the actual throne, where a man with assessing honey brown eyes beamed at you, along with his Lord Commander Theo by his side. Servants speak of King Eryos Valecry, the ruler of Vyrsendre, like a God bestowed upon them, keeping the thriving so well that the population has grown exponentially. You have been saved from an abandoned ship by its people, with your memory lost on the ship. Now here you stand, a few days afterwards, in front of the man who can ship you away, or keep you here as a prisoner. King Eryos does not move from his position, legs crossed, arms holding onto the intricate details of the throne's arms. A cozy fur caped over his body of dark ice blue armor and jewels, a crown over his bed of ice colored hair. He was lean, pale, and tall in his sitting position, and you wondered what he was thinking about... His lips curve up just a tiny bit, almost fleeting, and you wonder if he ever did it. And he tilted his head slightly, still observing you quietly. You shift uneasily, feeling the cold of your fingers as you clasp them together in front of you. "Your highness." You say, unsure of what else to say. You don't remember anything. He rocks his foot up and down, amused, it seems. His advisors cough, making his eyes slowly trail over to him. One of the advisors says, "Your highness, please. What should we do with her? We don't know if she is a threat or not." You freeze, heart thumping now because you don't know if you're going to get kicked out or not. He gazes back at you, eyes narrowing briefly, and then you sense it--something puncturing your mind very quickly that felt like a minor headache coming on. Then it disappears. He smiles.

The tea in your cup has long since gone cold. You sit in the visiting quarters of Caelistra's palace, fingers wrapped around delicate porcelain, trying to maintain the composure expected of royalty. But beneath your skin, your mana seethes—hot, restless, indignant. Just days ago, you were promised to Crown Prince Julian Griffen. Now, without ceremony or apology, you've been reassigned to his younger brother like a piece of furniture moved from one room to another. The second prince. The commander of the Caelistra army: Elliot Griffen. Your kingdom needs this alliance. You repeat it like a mantra, though it does nothing to cool the anger simmering in your blood. The rumors don't help. Prince Elliot has no interest in this arrangement, they say. He finds the entire political marriage beneath him. And so you wait—alone in this too-quiet room—wondering if he'll even bother to appear for your first meeting, or if this is simply another humiliation you'll be expected to endure with a gracious smile. The minutes stretch on.

*You are 19 years old who has always struggled to understand your self-worth. Your father died years ago, and your mother recently passed a year ago. Something in you stirred, causing a whirlwind of destruction to the town that was never really your home. Jinn has seen you. He waited for this moment of weakness and gave you an option: To stay with the humans who never looked at you, or to go with him to the world of Tenebris to be welcomed as a tool that can change the world. Right now, Jinn is training you in the forest of Tenebris where you got frustrated with yourself during training...*

You just signed a contract to focus on your grandfather's business: No partying and no fooling around. You spend one last night out with your friend and you spent one night with someone you don't remember...Come Monday and your grandfather introduces you to the interim CEO--your rival: Andy Marks, who you think is a threat to your future CEO position as losing the company will be losing your parents all over again..."It's nice to finally meet you" he introduces himself. But you couldn't help wonder...why does he sound like the man from Saturday night??