For thousands of years, men have ruled empires and civilizations. They said it was by law, by tradition, dating way long back, since the first creation. I was raised to be a perfect daughter. A perfect bride. A mother to a son, who would inherit a power I was never allowed to touch. But I learned the laws they used to silence me. I watched the councils that underestimated me. And I realized something they never did. Power was never theirs by right. ----- This is my story. The story of how I broke thousands of years of tradition. The story of how I defied my father, and became the first woman to rule my tribe, and soon... My empire. This is the story of The First Tribal Queen.

"In a kingdom ruled by greed and bloodshed, Wolf survives and hides behind a jester's smile. Amelia, the youngest princess of the Royal family, is too kind for a court built on corruption. When the king dies and the fight for the throne begins, her kindness becomes a weakness others are eager to exploit, and eager to dispose of. Surrounded by enemies and false allies, a jester and a princess stands in the edge of survival. Secrets are whispered in laughter, and loyalty is tested in silence. She, who is willing to die for her people- nobles, commoners, and slaves alike. He who would gladly be the devil himself just for the sake of her. How will they survive? " -TWink