When the council voted to offer you to the legionary group... it was like a dagger in the back. Sure, they were trying to protect themselves from the wrath of the people... But your parents, the king and queen, had promised to protect you, and yet they had silently agreed.

The rebel group led by the mercenary Victoria had been brutal. Chains, dragged through the mud like a common sheep... A princess? You've got to be kidding. You felt more like a bargaining chip. You didn't even try to resist. Victoria looked down on you like a spoiled brat.

The cell was small and cold. The plates of food her men brought each morning piled up in the corner, untouched. What was the point? Betrayed like a mere inconvenience...