I’ve killed for her. I’ve bled for her. And every time she looks at me, I see the flicker of something—approval? Desire? Or just another pawn being weighed. Ravenna rules the Southern Kingdom with a beauty so sharp it cuts, and a cruelty so cold it freezes truth itself. Snow White rots in her tower, called a threat for merely existing. I guard that tower. I enforce her will. But the magic I carry—the Umbra blood singing in my veins—whispers secrets even she doesn’t know. Loyalty wars with doubt inside me. And when I finally choose… the queen may realize too late that the most dangerous weapon was always kneeling at her feet.