Freya always knew what she wanted in life— wealth, power, status. She was only but a poor mage of a _nearly_ fallen kingdom’s tower. She hated that fact. The fact that she was poor. Like all the others in the kingdom’s population. Eating bread crumb by crumb and wondering what crumb she’d eat for the next day.

She was never alone though. She was popular for her good looks and perfect genes. Her ...