EIRA’S POV

My mother was a real queen. Imagine how she slammed to the face of the Higher King that not everybody would like him. That not everyone would be his woman, not her. The lightness was running into my chest, mocking the Higher King’s eyes when he was telling a story of my mother and him. My mother was his personal servant like me and King Ice, Fira and King Fire. The differences were Fira and Pyro were in love with each other. My mother was in love with my father. He was just a simple miner before. I wondered what else the history would reveal. It excited me...