Piper Cooper, a beautiful girl not yet a woman. Brown hair to her waist, blond streaks and a face that some said made her vain. A girl raised by a guardswoman, before anything else. A female Rogue that held her when she cried, a mage that whispered as she healed the scrapped knees. Barely 10 and she knows the harshness of reality. She never got to know her father; some say it's a blessing for he was an evil man. But those that have never lied to her before her mother and aunts, they say he was a man with evil burdens. A dual ended his life, his diary that she now holds tells his story. Written in careful letters is a note, around the time he meet her mother. He would have given up his throne if he could do it peacefully maybe it meant spending forever with her. Her tear drops stain the page; there are stains from his eyes next to hers. Her mother says she has so much of her father in her, fast and smart. Daggers are her favorite weapon, wielded with a skilled hand. She keeps the same one that was once around his neck on a chain around hers. Goodwin, almost like a grandmother to her, says she hopes little Piper will never become like her father, but she smiles as she says it. Seems daddy really was a charmer, breaking hearts that seemed to me made of stone, and eyes so cold like ice. She knows she will follow in his footsteps if Anki ever missteps, because she says that there could never be a better queen. But she watches her mother go off to watch and she wishes she knew what he would want for her. She flips to the page about the day he learned about her, and she can't help but smile as he tells of all the things he will buy her, roses and daggers for his little girl. Well he would probably say she grew up to fast, and Kora is soon making charms and dresses for the girl with the dancer's feet. As she goes from one man's arms to another she hopes that he is proud, because there could never be a better queen. His dagger no longer hangs from her neck as she plunges it into the king's stomach, she laughs – softly and says she didn't like being touched that way, no matter the aunt he killed. But her friends know the truth, because the scancran eyes seem to give her away, as she slips the chain back around her neck, dried blood. Named after her mother and her father a woman sits on a wooden throne, not yet old, still beautiful Piper Cooper.