War had raged in Elodea for most of her life. She'd been swept up in it once, the fanciful idea of fighting for the right thing. But nothing in war was right. Nothing heroic or romantic about it. It was blood and heartbreak. People died. Friends…Died. So she was done. Done fighting. Done with the chains of expectations and perceived responsibilities. For the first time in her life, she tasted real freedom, and it was addictive.
But no matter how she tried, the war kept finding her. So when threats to an innocent girl in the north became clear, Amethyst found herself abandoning her home to rescue the girl from the King's noose. With the Imperial forces in pursuit, there was no other choice then to run to the Rebellion's protection, the very place she'd run away from.