The pendant, gem, dagger, and robe of a dead woman have decided my fate.
Now over three hundred magus look to me to save them from the impossibly powerful demon king.
It's safe to say my life took a little turn. But defeating a mere demon army would make life too simple. The demon king's magic also permeates the knolls, driving the wedge of discord deep in the coven. So much has changed. So many are uncertain. Suspicion and uncertainty will find their target.
The burden of my secret heritage weighs heavy, and yet there's no option but to shoulder this as I sit on a throne I never wanted. Further upheaval could see everyone around me die. Though if Wild and I can't figure out why our mating ritual suddenly stopped, we'll be dead before the demons even arrive.