War Maiden’s Daughter.

As Queen of the Realm, Aurelia wasn't "supposed" to fight alongside her warriors. Her duties were to make the orders, sit on her throne, and "worry not," while the knights fought and risked their lives for the kingdom. It didn't sit right in her stomach. Sitting around in silk cloths with a crown of gold atop her head was as appealing to her as bathing in a tub of sweat and saliva.

She'd only discovered the truth about her royal bloodline a few years ago, and while her new living quarters was certainly a welcoming change from her old shared domicile with six other trainees from The Flying Dagger Academy, a secret rebel academy for those with the dream of fighting and standing up to the throne... The throne in which she sat upon now. But she'd been making changes, though unwelcomed by the elders and "advisors."

Aurelia thought of her mother, and the last words she ever spoke.

"Don't ever let anyone put out that spark, Lia. You're a fighter, my little warrior. Never let that go."

Aurelia wasn't the average queen. Her father may be a retired king, but she was also a war maiden's daughter. The fight was in her blood. She'd never let that go. She'd prove to her friends that she was different from her cold-hearted father.

And she'd prove it on the battlefield.

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