**Arrival—Edgar Hopp**
Ember could remember the words the Queen spoke the last time she ever referred to her by her true name as 'Ember'. And it was for those words that she had lived and breathed for in the last four years.
"Ember… do you know my goal? Do you understand what I truly want?" The Queen had said to her four years ago, her voice calm, "I don't just want revenge for Elara—I want justice in the cruelest form. Killing a man? That's easy. But stripping him of everything he holds dear? That takes calculation. Precision. Patience."
Her gaze had remained cold and unflinching. "Even if it was another who dealt the poison, the king still murdered my daughter in his own way. And for that, I will not spare him. So here is my ambition laid bare before you: to crown the daughter they scorned. To raise the girl they discarded to the highest seat of power. To make her Queen Regent, ruling over them all. And that daughter… must be you, Ember."
