Empress Renaldo, daughter of the prince of a small town in Italy, has never seen the outside of her walls. Sheltered her whole life, Empress knows nothing about the world except to never slouch and the best cutlery to use. The present King, her uncl...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
C H A P T E R 1
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
✡✡✡✡✡✡✡✡
“It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.”
~Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, J.K. Rowling.
✡✡✡✡✡✡✡✡
KILLING SOMEONE WAS EASY. Is what I kept repeating in my mind over and over again as I shot daggers at my archery instructor.
My hands tightened around the well crafted bow and arrow and it took all my willpower to not take a shot at his big ugly head.
"Empress? Miss Renaldo are you even paying attention at all?" His stuffed angry voice bellowed out and I bit my cheek to restrain myself from biting back.
Well, you heard him. I'm Empress, well Empress Antonia Elisabetta Renaldo. But that's a mouthful so I just go by Empress. To my friends, Em.
Empress is English and was given to me by my mother who is the daughter of an influential Lord in London. The rest of my names are italian, given to me by my dearest father who is the prince of a small country in italy called San Marino.
