Mark of the Heir

In this world, it's either conform, or get kicked out. The Tremaine kingdom wants only perfection, and those that do not obey get sent into the thick woods surrounding the kingdom walls. They are able to have these rules due to one thing, their mark. Each individual has one, whether it be a sword along their leg, or a gem on their wrist, the mark you bare is important. No one knows of the mark that the King and Queen possess, but it was with that mark that they built the kingdom. It was organized, it was clean, it was in their words, perfect.

But perfection isn't always fair, and those that did not agree had enough. The coming of the new heir was upon them, the kingdom rejoiced at the announcement of the new queen's birth. But one faithful night sent the kingdom into chaos, years passed and finally one day, their child came back to them. But this was no longer their child, this was no longer their ray of perfection and hope, she was the warrior that would cause their fall.