A young lady, somewhere in her late teens and early twenties, stands firmly in front of the gates of a place she once decided to leave behind. A place where she deemed she did not fit in, a place she could not call home for almost all of her life, is the place she finally returns to. Her hands tightens at her side when the load creaks of the doors into the castle slowly open. The bag she carries on her shoulder slightly weighs her down as she packed all the herbs and medicine she gathered before coming here. Behind the palace gates reveals a group of people, either welcoming her return with distaste or respecting her return with honor. There was a person standing tall, in the middle of the group– a man wearing the clothes of the king, carrying the title of the king with a king's crown on his head. And yet, in the eyes of the young lady, he was not one. She does not hesitate to take a step towards him. She stands face to face with him, both of them staring intently at each other. The general standing beside him loudly announces for her to bow to the king of the country. She does not waiver and still keeps her eye on the king, "I am not here to be your loyal servant. I am here to do everything I can to save your life."
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Choices (Yona of the Dawn)
FanfictionTwo years away from the castle is enough time change. The young, helpless teenager from then is now a strong, independent young woman. She thought she knew the friends she grew up with but as events unfold and people change, Yumi is forced to make d...
