So hey there people! This is a story originating from a game with Firelark so give her most of the credit for the ideas. I'm also an amateur writer so feel free to criticize and complain all you want in your reviews (if you review) but please make sure it's justified. So now... READ ON!

~Shattermirror

Chapter 1: Beginning

Yona was a princess. Everyone knew that. Yona's father did not let her use weapons. Of course, makes sense right? Yona was a princess trained in the use of poisons, swordsmanship and archery. Righ- Wait what?

But indeed, this was true. At the tender age of five, Yona's mother, the queen, was killed. She had been thrown into a state of constant grief and sorrow until her cousin came and helped her recover by taking the place of her dead mother. At the age of six, she had a revelation as she watched her cousin, Soo-won, and her best friend, Hak, learning to use a sword.

If I can fight, I can make sure I survive along with Father. Maybe I could even protect Soo-won! With this in mind, she went to the king and requested combat lessons. The king responded with a yelp, spilling tea on himself and his paperwork. After the mess had been cleaned up, Il crouched down before the tiny girl and told her, very seriously, that no, she could not and please, please, please, stay away from weapons.

And so, she returned to her room and stared at her ceiling as she lay on her bed. Father doesn't want me to use weapons, huh? But if I could disguise myself as male…

The next morning, the recruited children had a new member amongst them.

XXX Akatsuki no Yona XXX

Draw back and... SHOOT!

Twang! The arrow embedded itself into the bulls-eye.

. . .

Thrust. Block. Forwards stab.

Her opponent fell back, his sword behind the princess. Her blade at his throat.

XXX Akatsuki no Yona XXX

"Papa?"

King Il looked up from his evening meal at his eight year old daughter. "Yes, Yona-chan?"

"Can I learn how to heal?"

"Of course you can." He smiled, relieved. The conversation about weapon training from two years ago had not been forgotten.

Yona smirked behind her teacup.

. . .

"So this plant's juice is lethal and this plant with this plant makes the antidote?"

"That's correct, Ohime-sama."

XXX Akatsuki no Yona XXX

"This is the tenth year since the death of my father, the former King Junam. Our kingdom, Kouka, is a small nation surrounded my powerful nations to the north and south, involving us in many wars. However, thankfully…"

Yona shifted slightly behind her father as he spoke to his subjects. Hak put a hand on her shoulder. "Hime-sama, he is almost done and Soo-won will be arriving soon."

"Right." She gave a small nod.

"…my daughter, Yona, will soon be sixteen years old. I pray that under the divine protection of Hiryuu, the king of old, the peace in this nation will last for all eternity!"

The crowd below cheered and gongs sounded. "LONG LIVE KING IL!"

. . .

"Yona, why do you seem so nervous?" asked the king.

"That's because Cousin Soo-won is arriving today!" she replied, smiling.

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"Lord Soo-won. We have arrived."

The brunet's lips curled up in a smirk. Soon... Soon the king will be dead at my feet and I will be crowned as his successor.

. . .

As soon as he stepped into the palace, the young lord was half strangled, half hugged by his cousin.

"Soo-won! You're finally here!" He stiffened, then relaxed into her hold.

"Of course I am, I would never miss your birthday, Hime-sama!" He smiled.