PROLOGUE
The door bursts open and a group of guards rush in with the captain at the helm. They are disgusted at the sight that welcomed them. The captain stumbled at the sight of the supposedly deceased Princess sitting on the throne, blood staining her white clothing. Her slender fingers once sacred were now tarnished with the sins of men. She sat on the throne with one leg crossed over the other, arms rested upon the golden armrests and back pressed into the velvet cushion. The child he once cared for was gone and now in her place was a unrighteous ruler.
