Alliance. (Heavily editing)

Training (new)

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"Wake up!" Someone yells at me for a thousandth time. I just turn and pretend not to hear. Next thing I am on the floor, hissing with pain.

"What the hell cam!" I yell at my six feet tall best friend who just shrugs and has the gall to smirk at me but her expressions just as quickly somber up.

" everyone is preparing for war Lia. Your father won't back down. We have to train and be ready for the worst....." her voice trails off. The worst. I don't want to think what the worst might be. Death. Of unknown as well as my own. If something happens to Azzia and my other two twin sisters or worst to my father, we will have nothing. I do not want to think of that. No I won't keep wondering. Failure is something that we will not be subjected to ever again. Failure mean loss. Failure means grief.

I just start to stand up when my maids burst into the room. Cameron sighs and mutters something close to 'royals' and leave. They dress me up, paint my face and make me the perfect princess and the face for house leana. My swollen eyes already fixed. They pick out a dress for me but I refuse instead I will need pants and breeches for training. My father isn't stupid. We all were trained equally with my brothers to defend ourselves. Even we aren't invincible. Name or house can shield us for so long. I eye my maid in the mirror. Her hair is tied to tight braids. Her skin is also dark like cameron. A rarity in our lands. She reminds me of cameron when we were young.

We met at a tour of my father across the country. She didn't belong to nobility. Didn't have a title or even a family. When we met I begged my father to let her come with us. That was the only thing I have ever asked of him and I am grateful for it. Cameron never talks about her past and I have never pried. But the way her expressions change and the way she used to flinch on almost everything, it isn't something pretty. I and Cameron have been training for years. We are even better then rafe is. Was. The thought mades me shudder and I force myself to think about something else.

"Training in 10!" Cameron yells from somewhere downstairs. I grin and look myself in the mirror. My pale and dark brown hair is the family trait. I look myself in my blue eyes and remind myself I can do this. I have never killed someone but when the time comes I will show no mercy.

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Cameron waits for me down by the doors, opening to the outside. When she sees me she rolls her eyes and says "Don't you have clean breeches? I expect more from a princess, lia" and then she smells the air and acts to faint "you smell like a pig!"

"A pig? That's an insult you haven't used on me before."

"Well because you haven't smelled like a pig before! A pig who has rolled in dirt for at least three months may I add"

"If my mother hears this she will have our heads" I say to cameron as we walk to our instructor.

"Oh gods, what the in the name of all the houses and the throne is that man doing!" Cameron says in horror and I squint my eyes. For once I agree on Cameron's dramatics. The man is literally rolling in dirt. As we get closer I realise its not a man. A girl..