**Charges From The Sky—Joseph William Morgan**
"It's never too soon, nor ever too late, princess." He drawled like a dark promise.
Ember didn't have the decency to flinch from him. Even as the dark mask peeled off from his face, revealing the monster that lurked underneath it.
She would have loved to say that the Queen's mission to get just got impossibly harder, but in her experience, monsters were easier to deal with.
The more depraved they were, the easier it was to read their intentions.
Ember smiled good naturedly, adjusting the shawl that covered her neck from the biting cold of that morning. "Good," she said flippantly, "it was getting rather hard keeping up with the pretenses before you."
