10 October, 1345.
Stormhold Castle,
The walled city of Rothwell,
Capital of Myknos.
Queen Khasi Malik of Shiv'ra and Myknos
Khasi stared over the battlements and smiled at the vast green lands she saw spread out before her. It was such a refreshing change from the golden sands of Shiv'ra that got everywhere. Her brother Khalid had always laughed, wondering how she hadn't still gotten used to it but she never humored him with her reply.
She never had plans of staying in that sand accursed kingdom; Khasi was born to dominate and dominate she would once she had the three kingdoms under her feet.
The cold October wind brought in the scent of the forest and the sounds of her guards feasting down below. They had just won a battle and seemed ignorant of the war yet to come.
"War." She whispered, hating the way the word rolled off her tongue.
War destroyed lives and families but it was a necessary evil she was willing to delve in if it meant her plans would come to fruition.
