All her life she had rules set for her, what she can and what she cannot do. What to expect and what not. The right things were the ones her father made her believe and the wrongs were the ones he made her ignore. Engaged to a faceless person whose name was the only thing she was familiar to and as they are married now, she tries to be familiar to the face of the name she fell for. Yet, he was everything she imagined and nothing she knew about. A daughter of the man whose hands were stained with the blood of innocent lives, wife of the man whose silence was her roar and a mother to the children not born to her. She is a flower in the midst of Lions. She is Flora.