Viking Queen by Savannah Rose

I’ve always felt like I don’t belong, like the people who walk amongst me are merely figments of my imagination. Fading. Always fading.
When a psychic confirms my suspicions, there’s only one appropriate reaction…to laugh. Loud and boisterous, like a wolf howling at the moon.
Because what could be more ridiculous than being told I’m a queen? That I have 4 Viking warriors desperate for my return? That an entire kingdom will go up in flames and down in ash without my help? That a sister I have no recollection of is the one responsible?
Psychics aren’t to be believed. They’re all smokes and mirrors, that much I’ve always known. But what if she’s the exception to the rule? What if she’s right? Those are all logical questions, of course.
The problem is, she could be wrong.