Disclamier: Ms. Sherwood Smith has created Remalna, and all of the characters that I have borrowed from her. Therefore she owns it. I'm just adding to it!
A/N: This is my first fanfic, and so frankly I have no idea what I'm doing. If you have any tips on format or how to work this system better, they would be greatly apriciated. So are reviews!!!
Prolouge
The spring of my fifteenth Name Day was one of the happiest times I can remember. I was the oldest of four sisters, each of us two years apart. I was very close to Carine, who was thirteen at the time, and was more or less worshiped by Marisa and Katalina, my two younger sisters. My mother gave birth to a son in May, who was named Dareth. My father was more pleased than I had ever seen him before. He had thought he would never have an heir, but with this birth his life's work could be carried on.
My father was a retired knight who had been granted the fief Laurel Lake when King Vidanric gained the throne a year before I was born. The fief had suffered from great neglect under its last lord, a Merindar who had spent the majority of his time at court, trying to gain as many favors as possible from his cousin, the current king. But my father was able to turn it around by insuring food for the tables of his vassals, and as many repairs to the village as he could afford. The crops were doing well, and my family was showing promise of becoming wealthy in the coming years.
My mother was born a commoner, but met and fell in love with my father while he was staying at the inn her family owned. He had fallen from his horse and broken his leg on the way to his new fief, and stayed at the inn for several months. When he returned to his journey, he brought with him a new wife.
When I reached the age of seven my Grandmother Daimen, my father's mother, came to live with us. She had spent most of her life at Court, and was afraid that my mother's common upbringing would hinder her ability to make us suitable daughters for a family of nobility. Needless to say, the two women did not get along well. So I grew up with Grandmother Daimen teaching me how to be a lady, and my mother teaching me how to respect those who were around me.
The summer I turned fifteen was also the summer I received my first letter. When father returned from one of his business visits to Avengale, the nearest town, he called me into his study and handed me the envelope. I was surprised to see that it was addressed to myself, and cried out in surprise when I looked at the seal. It was Queen Meliara's very own.