Crown of smoke and steel

The marble floors of the training court yard were always cold at dawn, zeryla loved that cold.

It pressed against the soles of her bare feet, keeping her grounded while she spun, Dodge and struck at the wooden training dummy.

She thrust her practice blade forward, wood cracking loudy against wood.

As a princess of the solis kingdom, she was supposed to be in the east tower learning diplomacy, practicing the harp or choosing silk for the upcoming summer feast, instead she was sweating through her armor, her heart pounding a steady of rhythmic beat.

she didn’t know why but she always felt a strange, restless energy him beneath her skin whenever she fought.

It felt almost like hear, vibrating from her finger tips. Whenever she got angry or excited, the air around her hands seemed to blue like the heat rising off a desert road she brushed it off as pure imagination, she had no idea it was magic.

“Princess zeryla! Your poster is slipping again.”

The stem voice came from Captain Vance, the Commander of Royal guard, he stood at the edge of the courtyard,his arms crossed over his gold trimmed chest piece.

Vance had been her secret combat instructor since she was twelve. Her father, the king, wanted her to be a proper Lady

But Vance knew the world was dangerous and he had agreed to teach her how to world a sword as long as no one else found out.