England

You were the crown princess of England. ‘Future Queen’ everyone reminded you. But you didn’t want this life, you wanted freedom. You hated your father, the king. But the only thing he did that was good, making Briar Captain of the Royal Guard.

I train in the palace gym, punching a punching bag. I wipe sweat off my forehead before reaching down and grabbing my water bottle. I take a gulp of it before look at the entrance and seeing the Crown Princess. I nod to her.