Page 44 of A Storm of Fire and Ice

“You have to go first,” Aria whispered, squeezing my hand.

As the eldest and future queen, tradition dictated that Aria enter the hall last.

With a deep breath, I reluctantly released my sister’s hand and descended the grand staircase into the crowded ballroom.

The herald’s voice boomed out, “Her Royal Highness, Princess Helia!”

All around me, nobles and courtiers dressed in vivid silks and satins erupted in cheers and bowed deeply.

As I reached the bottom step, Asher’s familiar smirk was a welcome relief.

“You’re doing great,” he whispered.

“Her Royal Highness, Crown Princess Aria. Future Queen of the Fire Kingdom!” the herald announced as Aria stood on the landing above the staircase.

The people knelt in a long, deep bow before exploding into another round of applause and cheers. Aria motioned for silence, and, almost instantly, the hall became deathly still.

“Friends and family of the Fire Kingdom, my heart is filled with joy as I stand before you tonight. Like the Phoenix raising from the ashes of death, Princess Helia has returned to us!” Aria gestured toward me, beaming.

The crowd erupted into cheers, and I couldn’t help but smile back at her, feeling the bond between us.

Aria continued, “May we celebrate her safe return and the strength of our kingdom. Long live the Fire Kingdom!”

“Long live the Fire Kingdom!” the people chanted. “Long live Princess Helia! Long live Princess Aria!”

As the chants died down and the music resumed, the servants pulled open the towering doors to reveal a feast fit for royalty—succulent roasts, delicate pastries, exotic fruits. My stomach rumbled, reminding me I’d barely eaten all day.

As I took my seat at the head table, nobles approached bearing gifts of jewels, silks, and perfumes. “Welcome home, Your Highness,” they murmured with reverence as they bowed.

I thanked them graciously, trying to mimic the poise Aria seemed to exude so naturally. Inside, I felt like a fraud. These people saw a princess, but I was still just Helena. I caught sight of my sister’s encouraging smile, and Asher stood unwavering beside her, giving me a subtle nod. Their show of support steadied me.

As the night wore on, I found myself swept up in the festivities. Course after course arrived, the royal chef’s mastery evident in each unique blend of flavors. My goblet remained full of the kingdom’s finest wine. Musicians played lively tunes. All around me, conversation and laughter abounded. Growing up as an orphan, this was far beyond anything I had ever imagined.

Yet, despite the grandeur surrounding me, my thoughts kept drifting back to Fannar and how much I wished he were here to dance with me. How were Gwyneira and Brontes doing? Were they making progress on fighting Obsidia without me? Had she figured out they were at Haven Academy yet?

The ache in my chest grew heavier with each passing moment.

Later that evening, after the last song had faded, and the guests had gone home, I slipped away to my guest room. The beautiful space was adorned with rich tapestries and flickering candles, casting dancing shadows across the walls. The softness of the bed beckoned me, but I couldn’t bring myself to rest just yet.

I paced the room, my heart and mind whirlwinds of emotion. Every second I’d spent in the Fire Castle had been magical, but I knew I was avoiding an important question: What did being the princess of the Fire Kingdom mean for my relationship with Fannar?

Aria was the future Fire Queen, and Fannar was the future Ice King. I couldn’t be in two places at the same time. So if I truly belonged in the Fire Kingdom, did that mean I didn’t belong with Fannar?

My mind raced as I forced myself to confront the agonizing decision—torn between my beloved sister and Fannar. It felt like my chest was being wrenched open from the inside, ripping my heart into two separate pieces that were devoted to each of them.

Where did I truly belong?

My thoughts turned to Aria and the sisterly bond that had grown between us. The connection we shared was undeniable, and I cherished the time we had spent together.

Closing my eyes, I imagined my sister as a queen. She sat next to Asher in the grand throne room, glittering crowns on both of their heads. I stood proudly next to them, consulting them on matters of the kingdom . . . but something didn’t feel right. I felt happy for them, but not happy for me.

Disappointed in my own feelings, I opened my eyes.

What doyouwant, Helena? No obligations. No pre-conceived plans.

I closed my eyes again.

Imagine your future.

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