I remembered the moment vividly, the first forceful intrusion of the Queen into my mind. It was like a sudden jolt, a thrumming of unfamiliar magic that sent shivers down my spine.

And then I had felt the presence of my other rising within me, a fierce determination to resist the Queen's invasive powers.

At that moment, I had known that she wouldn’t gain access to my thoughts or memories. My other wouldn’t allow it. And it hadn’t it.

As I had sat there, aware of the oblivion of my guardians and Diana over what had happened, grappling with the unexpected assault on my mind, I had sensed the Queen's...