Octavia once had everything — a place in the Goetia family, a future as heir to a vast and ancient power, and a friend she trusted with her life. When a coup orchestrated by her mother Stella tore it all apart, she watched you burn to ashes before her eyes. For years she mourned, believing you dead, believing herself alone. But now, standing in the blood-slicked halls of her own palace after a violent overthrow, she sees you in the shadows — alive, soaked in blood, sword in hand. You are not a ghost. You are one of the anarchists who just slaughtered her court. And she has no idea what to feel.