In my kingdom there was a parable about the night I was born being the reason we won the Battle Of The Nervin.
As the story goes, it is said that the ocean swallowed thousands of men as lightning danced on the water. The Nervin fleet sank in numbers so unfathomable that my father's army took their victory against the viking nation, our long time enemy, as a sign of the sea favoring them. When he arrived home, my father, the king, was presented his first born daughter, he was convinced I was a gift of the gods for the victory as he held me as spoke out to the room, eyes shining as he proclaimed,
"Let it be known that she is the embodiment of this night. This night alone. My daughter, my first born, is a gift of Divinity. She is our remembrance, from this day forward. With eyes as cold as the waters, hair as dark as the night & as Ill tempered, as the waves."
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FantasyThe King's naive daughter with a hunger for power and inhuman like nature goes on a desperate quest to rebuild her father's fallen kingdom from the bloodthirsty Vikings that destroyed it. But will her truths that lay in wake corrupt her before she c...
