"What do you want, Cora?" He snapped, slamming his fist on the table, making me jump slightly as he looked at me with his wild eyes. "You spend so much time now worrying about everyone else, but for once, will you please just ask yourself what you want?!"
I looked at him, my face cold and set as my eyes pricked with tears. I would not cry, not again. "It does not matter what I want. It matters what I do, in the name of my country." I turned to go, pausing briefly to turn my head to face him. "And it's Avalyn. Not Cora."
Cora had lived her life in a small village, praying for an escape, an adventure like in her stories. Just as she become resigned to her simple life, she is thrust into the middle of a scheming court, a violent war, and a whole host of people pulling her in every direction. Cora learns quickly enough that people will do, or say, anything in the name of King and Country.