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.

am sorry, Father,” I said

lifting his fork again, ready to eat. I studied him a bit and then

Mathias fall on his sword? I assumed he would fight in his wolf form. Why with a sword?” I

accept, my truth,” he said, and I picked up my fork to eat. I wasn’t hungry, but I knew watching him

we didn’t have weapons either. So, we headed to the palace in multitude to tell the King we would leave Riverhead and

wanted to tell him we would no longer mingle with the Lycans, but to our surprise, Mathias was already coming for us with his army of

faced us, he accused us

informed him that we were coming, but the person did not tell him what we were planning to do. The person told him

warriors, and his army of werewolves was with me. Fighting in his wolf form would not favor him, so he chose to fight with galvanised

and kill many wolves more quickly than fighting combat in wolf

human form would make him swift on his feet, so it became a sword fight, but we had

so he chose the only weapon

the underfunding of the army, so we had to rely partially on

in that battle, but we obtained some

so they weren’t as skilled as the werewolves that had years of

were away from the others. Some werewolves wanted to help me, but I knew they would aim to kill, so I ran towards the woods, knowing Mathias would follow to kill me because he believed I was the group’s

pointed my sword at Mathias and pleaded with him to yield. I told him we did not want his kingdom, we just wanted to live in Woodland. I told him of all he had done

but there was a look of realisation in his eyes, and it haunted me ever

honour, run away or die. He chose to die, and when I refused to kill him. He pierced his heart with the silver-coated sword he held and fell

by his body,

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

lies, telling him we wanted to usurp power. Someone told him we were

could figure it out, a war had broken out, and he had to keep his honour. I pulled the sword out when Israel and Austin came to where we fought; I was about to tell them what happened

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

sword and headed back to the entrance, where Isabelle was made to

execute her, but Mathia’s last words made me realise

knew whoever planned the unfortunate war might still be alive and might eliminate her and Mathais’ only heir. The werewolves

King would come for me and that if

I did not care.