Electra's POV
Out of all the questions that were running through my head, all the things that didn't make sense and all the things I could have asked, there was only one name that kept coming back to me over and over again like it refused to be ignored. It had been stuck in my mind since I left the palace, since I saw my father the way I did, since I heard him speak with that strange mix of regret and guilt that I still couldn't fully understand.
Even now, standing in front of this creature, with so many possible answers within reach, that was the only thing that felt important enough to ask first.
I tilted my head slightly as I looked at it, my arms still loosely crossed as I spoke, my voice calm but direct. "Who is Solara?" I asked, not bothering to dress the question up in any way. "That name… my father said it before he died. He said it like it meant something, like it was important. So who is she?"
