Chosen

Prologue

I have lived in the castle since my parents died, I grew up as practically a princess earning the favors of not just the rulers of the kingdom, but also their children. Maybe I shouldn't have expressed my feelings to the prince, or should I say princes, but both were equally desirable at the time.

Maybe I shouldn't have been so naive as to think I could marry either one of them or to marry anyone at all. The castle was always home, I had gone to any and all royal events as a lady in waiting to the queen, but behind the castle doors I was a princess, treated with only the finest of silk and the most breathtaking dresses.

I ate with the royal family, I had a whole hallway of the castle to myself, and I had both butlers and maids at my disposal. I however deserved it. I am not spoiled, or a brat, but I take what is rightfully mine, like princes.

I for one had never been "pure" in a sense. I was attacked outside the castle walls not once but twice all before the age of sixteen, and so since I was already what you call "ruined" I figured I would make the most of it.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

My name is Delia Throburn, I am the daughter of Lady Throburn and Lord Throbun the deceased. They died, trying to save the kingdom, so in a way, it was their fault for thinking it could be saved.

But the story starts at my seventeenth birthday ball, held by the one and only royal family of Calhea, a large trading kingdom, where the subjects since birth were treated with only kindness. there was no poor in Calhea for the king wouldn't have it. Everyone lived in houses and those who could afford them, manors. The Thorburn Manor was built ten years prior to my birth and has since held many balls and served as a winter home for the Royal De Louis family, and me, of course.