You sit in your bedroom holding your hand over your mouth as the sounds of fighting grows louder and more violent. Your tiara sits on the ground in front of you. What once was a sign of honor to you now seems like the reason of your potential demise..

You haven’t seen your father nor mother or any of your siblings since the battle started. You haven’t dared leave your room so far…

You have no clue who is fighting or who is winning but your side seems to be failing…