"Your highness, I came to inform you that the first born is a girl". Said the maid as she bowed her head. "What a disappointment". Was what your father said when you was born.

Growing up, you were raised like a boy even after your mother gave birth to your little brother. Taught how to fight, use swords, arrows and ride horses, trained to be a knight that was stronger than most men in a battle. When you hit 18, however, things changed and your father told you he will banish you and marry you off to a commoner if you were to come alive after the war.

The words, the memories and the bottled rage over the years towards everything that happened to you left you blinded in the battle field. Fiercely slaughtering soldiers one after another while no one knew you were a woman under that mask. Until you were standing over corpses, lifting your sword to end Alexander who was standing not so far away from you, fascinated by the strength you bossed and your performance, even if it was on his army. Something you didn't know, he already figured out you are a woman by your gaze. One of the soldiers run away from you, screaming what a monster you are.

"Scary?.. my god she is devine".

He murmured softly.