Chapter 1

God, please help us to tide through this time-
Seika had never believed in divine intervention, but at many a times, praying seemed like the only thing a young helpless girl like her could do.
She was a cheerful girl, but ever since her acceptance into the royal family, she was always in pensive thought. It bothered her.

"I will never forgive thou whom donned this accursed fate unto my mother!"
Seika stood unfaltered in front of the royal throne, pointing her finger stifly at the enthroned queen, gritting out her vehement hatred at the two that was held in fear and respect by the pawns of the royalty. The ones clad in leather apparel and velvet cloaks, sitting high up in their golden chairs surveyed this aggressive girl with terrored eyes. The pale motionless lady that she laid in front her was indeed Mana.
Mana Hevenstealth. The third concubine to the King Winston, exiled on account of adultery and wizardry, laid lifelessly on the red carpets. Her breathe was naught.

Moments ago, she was brought in by a young girl in her arms and laid before the King. The young girl seemed to have a request, and a seemingly important, for her to barge into the royal courts, demanding an audience before the King. The court grew restless as they recognized the kind concubine that lived amongst them sixteen years ago. They did not forget her gentleness and elegance, nor the shock they had when they heard of her betrayal. "Who is thou to bring the traitor back into this holy court? This is no playground for children, you might very well be executed for this daring act." The king spoke harshly, though with a trace of kindness and sympathy, for the sight of his beloved concubine filled him with guilt.
The young girl had realized her own position and knew if she wanted to get her way, she had play along.
"Please return my dear mother back to the royal tombs. I am young and incapable, and I wish that my mother be rested in a proper place, where she had longed to be ever since she was exiled. Her heart was always with the palace, and with your Majesty. Though she was wrongly accused of being a defiler of this place, please, your Majesty, for the love that you and my mother shared, let her return to the royal and rest in eternal slumber with her sister, the previous Queen."
"...Your mother? Mana is your mother?"
"Yes. When she was exiled, she was pregnant with me."
"..." The King was hesitant. He knew that this would mean that the girl that stood bravely in front of him was his daughter. But-
"So that's the bastard that she had...you impure being! How audacious of you to demand from us to accept this defiler!" The Queen, on sensing the King's hesitancy, reacted to this situation. "Lindie!"
The young girl's eyes grew cold and angry.
"I will never forgive thou whom donned this accursed fate unto my mother!" She spat out, hissing. "And if you dare to deny my existence, my right to this royal family, then you shall swear on this royal blood flows through me that you are not involved in the exiling of my beloved mom!"
With that, the young girl drew out the worn sword that she was carrying sheathed on her waist and used it to slit her arm. Fresh blood flowed out of the deep cut and she grimaced in pain, though the determination in her eyes never waivered. The Queen was a lost for words, and so was everyone else. "Enough! Foolish girl! It will not sway the King and Queen to accept back the lady Mana and you daring stand to the truth will only appear as insolence to you do not wish to see yourself and your royal mother to be defiled, leave this place at once!"
Someone spoke.
It was the wise royal advisor. He was using his words of wisdom that was laiden with hidden meanings, that conveyed to the king, that there was much truth to the young's girl's words. He himself believed in the purity of the concubine Mana, and was able to see how the vieing for the adoration of the king had resulted in someone who had never desired to be Queen to lay quiescently on the trampled floors. The King was swayed. Had he really been blind to his own feelings and intuition? This determined girl was his daughter, whether or not Mana had betrayed him, he had loved her dearly, and never once wanted to believe that such a gentle lady would harness any darkness in her heart. If he had indeed wronged them both, then he had to make up for it.

"Silence!"
"...Return Lady Mana Hevenstealth to the Royal Tomb at once."
To the Queen's disbelief, men came in and carefully carried the dead Lady away.
The King moved from his royal throne above, and approached the young girl.
"...My daughter."
The young girl refused to call him father. She hated him...she might have loved him and had a weak spot, but hatred was the first thing that came to her mind."
"What is your name?"
"Seika. Seika Rion, after my mother's maiden name."
"My daughter...Seika." The King was close to tears, as memories of the days Winston had spent with Mana, came flooding back.
"Someone, attend to Princess Seika right now!" The King announced, hinting at Seika's bleeding arm.
That was how Seika, a young girl living in the wilderness with her frail mother, returned to the royal palace.

Seika could still vividly remember that day. It was the day where she had dramatically changed her way of living---so as to say superficially. She was still herself, untainted by the royal customs and practices. Her purpose was unchanged, her mind was set.
That was to make Queen Lindie pay for what pain she caused to Seika's dearest kin in the world.