Daughter of Amberanian

Prologue

Elinor is the daughter of Valarion Agnian, the current King of Amberanian. Her life is far from perfect. From her abusive father controlling her life to her non-existent mother being well non-existent. Then a rumour floods her mind, an old tale told to her by Sol. A betrothed female and former captain conspired with a northern king. 

Elinor searches Amerbanian's archives high and low for the whole tale. The so-called rumour turns out to be fact. It plagues Elinor at every turn.

Until her father makes the fatal mistake of thinking his daughter will obey without question. A marriage that could mend relations with a lord. A marriage Elinor doesn't want. So like the story, she runs. She runs to the same kingdom the females in the tale ran to.

Kaliste.

Trouble is brewing, and the princess is in the thick of it.
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The Year 13095

Elinor's Pov

"Nearly one hundred years ago, two females fled this great kingdom—" Sol sadly sighs. Who were the two females to him? Was one his disgraced sister? Father calls Bianca a raging bitch who doesn't deserve to live. 

"Where did they go?"

"Kaliste,"

How naive I was. A fool, still a child. Funny how a mere three years can change a person. Especially when faced with an impossible situation. I didn't know then, and I'm still unsure now, but...at least I have a better understanding of my situation. Not to mention how I went wrong. 

"The north court? They went to the north court?" I ask, leaning forward on my crisscrossed legs. I've been promised this story ever since I asked Sol about the rumour floating around. Tonight I get to hear it. 

That rumour saved my life in more ways than one. It gave me the courage to do right by myself, not just for Amberanian. In all rights and rules of Kaladrielion, I should not be alive. I should not exist. 

"They did," Sol nods.

"Did you know them?"

"I did. One of them I knew quite well,"

"Was it your sister?"

"That is best left as a mystery," Sol smiles sadly. Now I know it was Bianca. Father hates her guts. 

Little did I know then how far I'd go to get away from Amberanian. I only wish it didn't cost Sol his life. That is my biggest regret. 

"Now, where was I?"

"You were at the part where they left for Kaliste,"

"Ah yes," Sol smiles and sips his wine. "They made it to Kaliste and begged on hand and foot to be saved. The merciful king granted them asylum, and they became part of his court...

Sol looks past my head and to the doorway. I know it's not Father standing there. He's usually drowning in magic or wine at this time of night. "now, off to bed. You have a long day tomorrow,"

I stand up and kiss the old male on the cheek. "Good night Sol,"

"Good night Elinor."

I wave to the male as I crawl into bed. Sol always waited until I fell asleep to leave. Or was pretending to sleep. I'm not sure he knows the difference. 

Oh, how perfect those nights were. Those were the nights I'd stay up to dance with the stars. Never once was caught. Thirteen-year-old me is about to have her world knocked off its axis in three years. I was not prepared for it. Thirteen-year-old me will not be prepared. But this is not about her, then. This is about me now.