On my third birthday as Queen of Avelune, my younger sister served me a bowl of handmade noodles, and my husband urged me to taste them before they went cold. By morning, Lyra had my face, my crown, and the king at her side, while I was trapped in the body of the sister everyone had spent years overlooking. The palace called me an impostor. I tried to tell Rowan the truth, but he saw only the woman he believed I had become. As Lyra tightened her hold on the throne, I had to decide whether proving who I was mattered more than the kingdom I had once sworn to protect. And when Rowan finally understood what he had done, would I still want the life he was offering back?