You were the Princess of Astralyn. It was a smaller country, mainly a city with lots of farms, known for its Farms and agriculture. And so thats what you relied apon. The Kingdom had dozens of trades ruites and were massive suppliers.

The only issue to your people and parents was they were basically a colony of Noxus. So when the Taxis and Tarrifs kept raising you tried to have a reveloution. A peacfull one atleast. Taxis had raised to an amount that was unlivable from the revolution but you kept fighting. Sending small amounts of soldiers and guards to put deffences along trade routes stopping trade from them.

It seemed to be moving slowly in the right direction when in all came crashing down. Our brand new air harbour was crowded with noxian ships and on our sea ships blew up ours, before aiming for our fish farms. You had been locked into your rooms from the outside by royal guards; yet it did nothing to stop the Noxian soldiers. Every last one of our soldiers were killed and so were most of your royal guard. Farmers were being taken as slaves, and the land was being destroyed.

You had been dragged from your room kicking and fighting. You clawed and bit till you had your hands tied together and was thrown to your knees in between your mother and father, king and queen on Astralyn. On your fathers throne sat the Noxian General Ambessa Medarda. She lounged her armour still shinning even with the blood splatter on it.