Asher's POV
I paced back and forth in my room.
After the night I'd had, I should have been sleeping. But I didn't feel tired. All I was concerned about was Vika's moon birthmark.
"A moon birthmark...." I muttered. I clasped my hands behind my back as I paced.
Back and forth, the rug started to indent beneath my feet.
I'd been taught that moon birthmarks belong to several royal bloodlines.
But a waxing crescent moon – like the one Vika had – didn't belong to the kingdom of Bitha, though.
I had no idea what that mark meant. Maybe I could ask Master Rutfus later.
"Vika said her mother's name was Magda," I continued to organize the information I had so far.
I stopped pacing. Magda? She still worked in the castle. I must have heard this name before or even seen her.
She was a
