I grew up without parents. My mother Queen Ferocia was assassinated. My father no one knows about him. Only my Queen Mother knows who he is. I'm just two months old at that time my Queen Mother's faithful servants protected me to the point that they sacrificed their own life for an innocent child like me.
Most of their families loathed me for I am the reason for their death. While others said it was an honor to serve the royalty until their last breath.
Unfortunately, I am no princess. The coven knows I'm not a pure witch it's a culture to preserve the purity of the bloodline. In their eyes, I'm just a half-breed nothing more, nothing less.
After almost fully eradicating the remaining faithful servants of my Queen Mother. There were still a few who flew & escaped.
At my 6th birthday which is the age-of-coming ceremony. This is the time where young witches started to form a bond to the magic spirits. It's a bond that will allow the witch to maximize their magic potential.
During that time they vow their loyalty and life to me. And It's the first time I spoke to them. My cold-sweet voice ring to their ears. My face with no expression familiarize their faces.
"I will expect each and everyone of you. I decided to punish those who assassinated the Queen Mother. I may no princess but the late Queen Mother Ferocia was a pure royal witch of the coven. Those brave ignorant must know their place".
