This wasn't supposed to happen.
Calypso Everhart had left the capital and their political shenanigans behind and she was clear about never coming back to meddle with her father, her brothers or the imperial family.
Running away had been pretty easy all things considered: no one cared about the miserable ducal princess who was locked in her tower, which meant no one had noticed her disappearance until it was too late.
By then, she was already a ward of the Shades, hidden deep in the North and in the protection of her mother's family.
« Am I cursed?, » she asked herself, remembering the morning she had woken up as Calypso, shivering in her nightgown and waiting for anyone to notice her turmoil.
She couldn't help but think of the original Calypso who had spent her entire life under her family's gold gaze and indifference. To be honest, meddling with the Everhart's after everything felt like a betrayal to the real owner of this body.
No, she thought, bracing herself. I refuse. They could go to hell but they wouldn't get anything from her now that she was finally happy and surrounded with people who genuinely cared about her. She closed her eyes to brace herself before throwing her father's letter into the fire. He can come and drag me himself to the capital if he wants, but I am not going anywhere.