The Divine Power
In a world full of spellcasters, Freya was raised as one of the few who happen to not have magic, and is enjoying the coolheadedness. However, when she's chosen as the generation's Chief, and is forced into learning the magical arts from A-Z, she has to choose between the needs of her nation and her own desires and abilities. And that damn prince... will she be able to ignore the desire she feels for the cold crown prince who forced her into this?
Prologue
Who am I?
I lost myself long ago.
Would it be wrong to call myself a martyr?
Headed to a place I don't know, with men as cold as snow.
I never asked for this, but my wishes don't matter.
I need a sign, just a single sign to drag me out of the shadows.
Never a believer, but for this I'll pray.
Grant me strength, for my life can't end this way.
I don't want to stay.
I don't want to stay.
I don't want to stay.
I am no martyr.
Martyrs are far too noble.
I, on the other hand, dream of a bloody murder.
I can't live this way, with a revolting arm atop my waist.
Who I am matters no longer, for all I need is to become stronger.
But how will I save myself?
Perhaps with that glowing light coming from the shelf?