Chapter 159

EMBER's POV

"wrestle a bear?" I asked in utter confusion, as I looked from my father to my brother and back to my father again, hoping one of them would tell me that it was all a joke. But they stayed looking so sober that I knew that this wasn't a joke of any sort.

But they stayed, looking sober, and I had no choice but to believe that this was the truth. This was my reality.

“This is impossible. They can’t honestly be expecting be to wrestle a bear. I’ve never beheld one, but I know they aren’t to be contended with. An actual bear?!” I think I was slowly on the brink of losing my mind at this point, if I was being honest. And had my brother and father still not said it all wasn’t true, I wondered, somewhat close to tears.

"I'm sorry, princess." my father said, reaching for my hand, "but it seems like this will be the only way you can actually become queen without any word wagging their tongue about you not being good enough."