"In the Southern Continent, within the Dukedom of Gorthemorde, magic is the supreme power," Hannah explained flawlessly, her modern perspective cutting through their archaic prejudices. "Magic does not care about gender. Men and women hold the exact same power, and neither sits beneath the other. Anyone has the right to grow strong. I am sorry if you have never been allowed to hold a sword or learn to rule a territory. Your sacrifices for a fragile peace are beyond my respect. But what you are forced to do is something I can choose to do, or not. I am far beyond the narrow boundaries of what you believe is right."
She had run away at fourteen, collected loyal friends, bonded with a dragon, and discovered a world so much bigger than the toxic hellhole of Bennington Hall. Even if they called her a jinx, she now possessed the knowledge, the magical backing, and the supreme confidence required to shake the very foundations of the capital.
