Sometimes, when the world felt like the end and the path seemed blurred, she would dream. Dream of place that made the world seem a little less dark and bit brighter. But still the darkness remained and the shadow ate at her clawing its way into heart. But she fought the pain and the lack of hope she knew that someday things would get better because they had to. Things couldn't be this dark forever they just couldn't. The world had to smile and shine as bright as the sun because if it did not then why exist and pretend. Why bear the sufferings of others why act like the world was a better place when really reality was she was lost. A lost princess without a home without a family. Trained to be a killer. She had met death stared at it straight in the eye and had not backed down. She had seen her people suffer and she had seen them broken. She had not been broken. She would fight. For her kingdom for her people, even if that meant her dying breath she would protect those she loved because she was a queen and that was what queens do.
