Part air spirit, part water. She was the illegitimate heir they tormented for sport. Until she made them pay. Vestra Rhygaard never liked the sylph court. Maybe it was the corsets and the vicious nobles. Perhaps it was how her father, the king, never gave her anything beyond a callous glance. Or maybe it was that time someone tried to murder her. When she's knocked out, stolen from the woods, and taken to a foreign castle, Vestra decides...