La Princesa Winter es admirada por la gente de Luna debido a su gracia y amabilidad, y a pesar de las cicatrices que marcan su cara, se dice que su belleza es mas impresionante que la su madrastra, La Reina Levana. Winter detesta a su madrastra, y sabe que Levana no va a aprobar sus sentimientos por su amigo de la infancia, el apuesto guardia de palacio, Jacin. Pero Winter no es tan débil como Levana cree que es y ella ha estado socavando los deseos de su madrastra por años. Junto a la mecánica ciborg, Cinder y sus aliados, Winter tal vez tenga el poder de lanzar una revolución y ganar una guerra que se ha estado librando por mucho tiempo. ¿Pueden Cinder, Scarlet, Cress y Winter derrotar a Levana y encontrar su vivieron felices para siempre?

It was their seventeenth kiss (her brain interface was keeping a tally, somewhat against her will), and she wondered if she would ever get used to this feeling. Being desired, when she’d spent her life believing no one would ever see her as anything but a bizarre science experiment.

Princess Winter offered him a docile, close-lipped smile. “The honor is mine, Your Imperial Majesty.” Drifting closer, she pressed a light kiss to Kai’s bruised cheek. His insides turned to goo. He had the presence of mind to be grateful Cinder wasn’t witnessing this exchange, because something told him he’d never hear the end of it.

“Venezuelan dream dolls? We have some on display in the palace. They’re incredibly rare.”

They were filthy. They were bloody. Winter was a well-loved princess who was prettier than a bouquet of roses and crazier than a headless chicken.

We think that if we choose to do only good, then we are only good. We can make people happy. We can offer tranquility or contentment or love, and that must be good. We do not see the falsehood becoming its own brand of cruelty.”

“The only people who have benefited from Levana’s regime are the greedy aristocrats in Artemisia. Levana’s not a queen. She’s a tyrant.”

“You are wrong,” she said, turning her face up to the queen. “You are the killer. You are the predator. You know nothing of loyalty or love.” She held her hand out to Ryu, who sniffed it, before settling his warm head down on her knee. “We may be animals, but we will never again live in your cage.”

“Love,” she whispered. “Love is a conquest. Love is a war. That is all it is.”

She tried not to guess how many saw her as a lost princess or a pathetic cyborg, a vigilante or a criminal, a revolutionary or a lowly mechanic that had gotten lucky.

“I’m going to make it a law that the correct way to address your sovereign is by giving a high five.” Kai’s smile brightened. “That’s genius. Me too.”

Besos,