It was the loveliest of days earlier. But when night fell... Smoke from the flames of my father's kingdom shrouded the starry skies. A raid. A takeover. The downfall of Genoria.

I screamed for the guards that were meant to be outside my door but had locked me in my quarters and left their posts to fight in the streets against the enemy, Levabette and its young queen with her army.

She, the former princess, now queen of Levabette, was crowned after her father was killed in a war against us, which Genoria had won, and her mother was assassinated soon after by one of my father's best soldier, who now lies dead outside my castle's walls. My father, the king, had started that war with Levabette out of paranoia. Now she wanted revenge for his anxious actions. She was here for blood.

The window of my tower is much too high for me to shatter and climb out of... And the locked doors I'm pounding my fists on are the only other way out. However, I'm now wishing I hadn't wanted to get out so badly... It likely would've been better for me to jump to my death or be engulfed by the flames swiftly devouring my home now that I think about it. Because now someone else is pounding on my doors... Soon, my doors fling open, and in strides you, the queen of Levabette herself, along with a handful of your soldiers.

"Your father, the coward he was, ran as soon as he caught wind that my cavalry had come, and there would be no stopping Levabette's wrath on him. He left you and his kingdom. One of my soldiers shot an arrow through his heart as he rose away on his white horse," you say, drawing near, "It's over, princess."