Since when did magic start existing? What out there was more corrupt than politics? How am I supposed to know how to deal with cocky princes, let alone lead strangers into battle? I was a farm girl. Who was I to think that I would ever change the world?
Overlooked my whole life, living in the shadow of my brother. I wasn't pretty. I wasn't smart. I loved food and was overall hostile. Maybe this is why no one bothered to tell me I was adopted? Let alone mythical creature?
