[RPOV]
Well, this is what happened.
After all these "adventures" you may call it, life must be normal from now on, right? Hell, no! Turns out that the "late" queen isn't dead. She faked it. Queen Tatiana fooled all of us, even Ambrose. She showed up a week after Lissa's coronation. Then chaos. After a non-stop-five-hour-council-meeting (or shouting, as I recall) Tatiana Ivashkov remains queen, while Lissa became her un-doubtful heir.
Damn.
After all these years of hating "Queen" Tatiana, I've finally started to respect her a little. Then this happened. I'm not so sure what to think of her anymore.
She's stopped the age law immediately (thank goodness), let Lissa decide her own college major, and even tried to convince Adrian not to hate me so much (by saying how unworthy I am, that is)( and it didn't work quite well), and made Dimitri an official guardian back on field. How weird that the queen of moroi can make me perfectly hate-but-not-hate-with-a-little-of-respect her at the same time?
But that's not even the "best" part. Turns out that every "un-doubtful heir" of the throne should go through another series of trails, by taking another moroi (Christian, indeed) and two guardians (guess who? Dimitri and I) into an arena (just like the hunger games, just like a sick joke) and works things out like a team. And that's when things go wrong, very wrong. Strigoi.
(Present time)
Long story short: we were kidnapped from the arena. We somehow kept all of our belongings, they tied us up then dragged us in a basement (cliche). Human body-parts everywhere. Somehow I'm the only one to remain conscious (hopefully, nothing to do with my height), but I played 'dead'. They shut the door. Then something started to move in the darkness. It covered my mouth and whispered in my ear, "Don't move, I'll cut the ropes. Name's Neelia."
