Sereda was the second child of King Endrin Aeducan. She had dark hair like her mother, a feature that endeared her to her father as he had loved her mother more than life itself. A beautiful face, though she didn't see it as such, with eyes like the sapphires found in the stone. She was small but strong from years of training as a warrior.
Sereda didn't much care to be a princess in her younger years, she would've rather be able to play with the common kids in the streets. An act from which she was fiercely shielded from by the palace nurse. This cultivated a quick wit and impressive cunning as she often tried to evade her nurse and escape to play. One day the nurse had had enough and told the king so. She was relieved of her duties and sent to oversee the kitchens. An occupation she much preferred to watching over the little "nug chaser." In her place Sereda was given a second, Gorim, who was as much sent to keep an eye on her as he was to protect her.
Sereda coming up on the day of her first command. Nothing could have excited her more than to finally be able to spread her wings and take charge. She was an excellent leader and fighter, and she knew she could lead her men to glory. She was ready for the difficulties of command. From winning over the hearts of her men to fighting grueling battles with the darkspawn.
Gorim entered her chambers as she finished paying her respects to the ancestors. Gorim leaned against the wall and watched as his lady completed her morning routine. Secretly his favorite days were when she was running behind schedule and he walked in on her stretching. This was a pleasure he knew no one else got to experience as Sereda never allowed any guards into her room and very few female servants. Sereda preferred to keep her own room clean rather then to rely on the staff. She felt it cultivated good discipline.
"Good morning my lady," Gorim said when Sereda turned around.
"What's on the agenda for today Gorim?" Sereda asked as she adjusted her armor. It wasn't her favorite set, a little clunky for her liking, but it was her grandmothers and what the deshyrs would expect her to wear.
"There is a Proving being held in your honor as well as merchants in the Diamond Quarter selling wears in honor of the day. Of course there is the feast but your father said we would not be needed as the nobles were keeping him busy with their pointless squabbles."
Sereda laughed, "Of course they are. What else would they do."
Gorim grinned, "Something useful for a change."
"Only when the roof caves in on us, maybe not even then." Sereda thought for a moment "Lets head to the Provings and on our way we'll stop to see the merchants."
"With you as always my lady," Gorim replied. "The day is ours until the feast."