Being the Princess of Narkin was relatively easy. You had no real duties beside studying to be the perfect princess.

Until there was an attack on the castle. Flames had erupted, burning through everything that wasn’t stone or metal. Your guard fought against the soldiers who attacked. It was a blood bath.

You felt a hand grab your hand and you screamed.

“Please, my lady, follow me. I’ll get you to safety.” The stable boy, Jensen spoke softly and hurriedly, pulling you towards your horse.