Forged in the Flames by Karima Sa'ad Usman

I spent the night tossing and turning, thinking of everything my father had told me.

One thing that stuck with me was why Mathias would fall on his sword.

Did they not fight in their wolf form? I knew I would not have peace without an answer, so I planned to speak to my father in the morning before I left.

Sleep never came due to anxiety. I was anxious to see Nikolas the next day, and I was anxious to find out why my father said Mathias fell on his sword.

I needed to understand the battle because, based on my father’s accounts, Mathias seemed confused, and he was behaving as if they hadn’t spoken in a while.

I needed to be sure of certain things. I also wondered if Isabelle was in Snow with her child or if something terrible had happened that prevented her from returning to claim Forest over the past twenty-nine years.

I wondered what Nikolas would do if that should happen.

Would he hand over to Mathias’ heir, or would he insist and push back?

If I wasn’t in love with him, I wouldn’t have bothered, and it might have been a relief, but it didn’t feel like it.

Typically, Kings inherit the throne when they are Thirty-three years of age, so there was a possibility the heir was yet to come. Regardless, I knew I would have to give Nikolas the heads up on the matter when I could because speaking to him of my father in that context always triggered him.

No matter how he cared for me, his hatred and mistrust was deeply embedded, and his emotions could not be handled. It was something that I would have to discuss with him when the opportunity presented itself.

I would ask my father what happened that made Mathias fall on his sword and keep the information to myself. Then I would compare everything and present my understanding to Nikolas if he ever brings up the past. One thing I am sure of is that I won’t be able to tell Nikolas until he brings it up.

I heard movement in the early morning, and I knew my father was preparing for work. I knew my entire day would be messed up, and I might have to close early just to catch up on my sleep.

I rushed out of bed and went to the bathroom to rinse my mouth. I hurried to the kitchen to prepare breakfast and pack lunch for my father.

He came to the living room around the time that I had finished packing his lunch. “Good morning,” I said, plating his breakfast on the kitchen island so he could sit on the high stool and eat.

“Good morning, Princess. Did you sleep well?” he asked me, picking up his fork and admiring the content of his plate. This was my opportunity to ask him what had troubled me all night.

“I didn’t sleep at all. I stayed up wondering about what you told me last night,” I said, and he sighed and put down his fork. I think I had messed his appetite up.

I said quickly, and he looked at

do you want to know?” he asked, lifting his fork again, ready to eat. I studied him a bit and then decided to

his sword? I assumed he would fight in his wolf form.

observation, my dear. Now I will tell you a truth that the werewolves refused to accept, my truth,” he said, and I picked up my fork to eat. I wasn’t hungry, but I knew watching

weapons either. So, we headed to the palace in multitude to tell the King we would leave Riverhead and

we would no longer mingle with the Lycans, but to our surprise, Mathias was already

he faced us, he accused

the person did not tell him what we were planning to do. The person told him that we planned to attack and

of werewolves was with me. Fighting in his wolf form would not favor

injure and kill many wolves more

his human form would make him swift on his feet, so it became a

us to have a fighting chance, so he chose the only

not have silver swords because of the underfunding of the army, so we had to rely partially on our wolves, but there was just saw much Jaws,

obtained

they weren’t as skilled as the werewolves that had years of training. We were able to wipe

but I knew they would aim to kill, so I ran towards the woods, knowing Mathias

sword at Mathias and pleaded with him to yield. I told him we did not want his kingdom, we just wanted

but there was a

their pride. There were two things for him to do to keep his honour, run away or die. He chose to die, and

body, weeping. His

me, ‘I am sorry, Gabriel. They said you were coming for me’,” my father said and

was feeding him lies, telling him we wanted to usurp power. Someone told him we were coming to fight him, so he

the sword out when Israel and

wasn’t like that, but they refused. They thought I was just being modest. They thought

headed back to the entrance, where Isabelle was made to kneel while pregnant

to execute her, but Mathia’s last words made me realise we had all

wanted her to remain and continue to lead until her child was of age. However, I knew whoever planned the unfortunate war might still be alive and might eliminate her and Mathais’ only heir. The werewolves might kill them too. Mathias had already lost an heir

Snow King would come for me and that if he failed, the child

I did not care.