Natasha reached for the egg with a mix of curiosity and awe. The minute her fingers glazed against the egg, a strong pulse went through her mind. She could see past memories going through her mind-her childhood at the castle. The assassination attempt. Gabriel teaching her how to fight. Returning to Castle Town and meeting the 10-year-old sister she never knew she had. Dancing with her twin at the Winter Solstice Ball, at the time not knowing who she was. Her family dead on the ground with Ann going to kill Angelica. Jack killing his mother. Her one day reign as monarch. Her self-exile.

Everything from her life was being processed at a high speed rate that Natasha could barely keep up. In shock, she ripped her hands away from the egg and the memories stopped.