She’d come so close to emulating him. Twice, she’d had her own reign of terror nearly within her hooves. First, her own sister struck her down; when she finally returned, a unicorn—barely even an adult—had seen through her every machination, and had dared to humiliate her in her own throne room. Even stranger, both had forgiven her. It would have been so easy to kill her, when she was lying on the floor weak and helpless. Why hadn’t they?