October 23, 1345.
Stormhold Castle,
The walled city of Rothwell,
Capital of Myknos.
Princess Alyn Midika Tutton
War was bloody stressful business especially when you spent the time cowering behind the castle walls with a group of snivelling women and babies.
Alyn supposed she should be more thankful seeing that she didn't have to be the one bleeding to death on the battlefield but one couldn't help but feel a spark of envy when someone of your sex was at the forefront of the battle.
She had always known Odeya was different from the moment she had seen her stand up to her brother and in some selfish way to assert that she was something, she had taken her under her wing as her Hand.
Seeing how Odeya had amassed an army to save a kingdom she didn't have any obligation to had stung her in ways when she should have felt grateful.
