He leaned slightly closer. "If you continue down this path," he said softly, voice lower than before, "you will awaken things that cannot be put back to sleep." Her heart thundered. "Perhaps they are tired of sleeping." A story of princess , whose world is about being sarcastic, dwelling into politics and painting her sword with blood but more than that worshipping a forbidden god zorathar. A fallen god , who is forgotten, forbidden yet she is their in her veil , worshipping the fallen star.