To say my family's normal would be stretching the truth. To say the least, my family is anything but normal.

I'm a sibling of five and a twin. At fifteen and the last and only girl from my mother and father, I have four older brothers, even my twin is older then me. But only by five minutes though, don't get the wrong idea. I don't have anything to complain about in my life. In fact there is nothing to complain about. My life is just on mellow line that doesn't change. Of all my brothers, my life is so boring I could cry. Jay, Avery, and Blaine are knights of the realm and my twin, Griffin, is studying at the university to become a healer like our great uncle Duke Baird and his son Neal.

My mother is Lady Knight Commander Keladry and my father is Captain Domitian of Masbolle and Third Company. My adopted uncles are the king, Sir Roald of Conte, his closest advisors, Sirs Nealan of Queenscove, Merric of Hollyrose, Faleron of King's reach, Esmond of Nicoline, and Owen of Jesslaw, and all of Third Company.

But that isn't even all of my extended family. It seems my parents were, and still are, well loved. The retired Knight Commander of the King's Own Lord Raoul of Goldenlake and Malorie's Peak and his wife, Buriram Tourokom, Queen Shinkokami, Lady Yukimi of Queenscove, Verladaine Sarrasri and her husband Numair Salmalin, Lady Alana and George Cooper of Pirate's Swoop, and even on occasion Lord Wyldon of Cavall become parts of the family too. Finally comes Tobeis Boon, my real adopted eldest brother. Have I listed them all yet?

That doesn't even begin to cover my real family.

My point is, with all these great heroes as my family and my brothers off learning their most dreamed of careers, especially with the Lady Knight Keladry as my mother, you'd think they'd have no qualm in letting me do things normal noble girls my age don't. I mean, I can use a sword and a glaive to keep up with Avery, outshot Blaine in archery, tie in wrestling with Jay, send Griffin flying in Shang fighting, and still manage to sew my clothes when they tear. But none of that comes into play in the real world. If this isn't the real world, what is! I can't get away with anything. Believe me, I've tried. The men of Third Company know all the tricks in the book. It could be because they wrote the book, but not a single one will turn a blind eye to my antics.

No, it's always the same.

"Sweetheart, you're too young to do that."

"If you could do all you want, what's the point in working for it?"

"A young girl of your station does not do that."

"Absolutely not."

"No can do."

"Think about it. Your mother would kill me if I did that."

The last one is probably the truest. But have I ever heard a yes in my life? I think the answer to that is no, again. I have the most patience of anyone I've ever met. I haven't gotten angry in years and I can't remember the last time tears came to my eyes that were not yawning induced. But even with my legendary patience, all this… 'no'ing, is getting on my nerves.

Anyway, I'm getting way too far ahead of myself. This story is a record of the results of what happened when my life decided to take spin.