Tessa couldn't help it—she rolled her eyes the second she caught Maya grinning like she'd just won some damn world war.
Typical.
Leave it to Maya to treat a royal announcement like a flex session.
The first three—Judgment, Fenrir, and the Empress—were always fated to accompany the Prince in every life he lived, every timeline he shattered and rebuilt. It was written into the marrow of the existence itself, beyond the understanding of gods, primordials and death and time.
The Ravencroft family, Maya's family, had known it from the moment she first cried in her cradle. That their daughter—Maya—was destined to born as the reircanation of the Empress of the Prince. It had been an honor so profound even witches, who bowed to no one, had swallowed their pride.
But the other two? Fenrir and Judgment?
Their identities were still a mystery.
