When I remembered Emily’s death, all I did want to do was scream to myself for not avenging her properly.

She didn’t deserve that.

In no doubt, she didn’t. A death from her own best friend, because of a set-up.

But, with Caspian, I had re-assurance. That when I was his wife… when I was Queen, I would get the revenge I wanted.

Just like Caspian said, Nynaeve had made my gown. A white dress, just like the tale from the girl with Cinders.

It was the most beautiful gown I had ever seen— a sweetheart neckline, embedded with rhinestones, just at the waistline, going down the floor, like a...