**Baron—Elephant Music**
The eight hundred year old female Vampire who taught Ember the art of deception said that the best acts came from the dead, for that reason, Ember had to die over and over again until the identity of Elara Thorne was sewn into her….
…not like a second skin or an acquired skin, but like an original skin. Following that thought, she supposed it could be said that shed the original skin of herself to be able to stand in that room as Princess Royal Elara Thorne without wavering.
"You… you have a suggestion?" Cassian Thorne spat out like he couldn't believe his ears. Even though still brash and untethered, Ember supposed he had grown more mature over the years.
More mature in the manner that he wielded his cruelty even sharper like a pointed sword.
Ember smiled until she was standing in the direct line of the throne. She swept a low bow before the king. "Your majesty…I have a way to share this burden of yours that has plagued your mind for a week now."
