The early morning dawned, but this time it wasn't the sun welcoming Naria; it was Naria herself who greeted the sun, her spirit ablaze with purpose and determination.
Rising earlier than usual, she had a scheme brewing in her mind to confront her enemies head-on. Though she lacked political power and was despised by many, Naria was resolute in her mission to rectify the situation, to rewrite her own narrative.
"If I could only befriend Skyla," she mused, "I could find my way closer to the crown prince. But to protect myself from the watchful eye of the king, I must first understand the direction in which the tides of the court are shifting."
A multitude of thoughts flooded her innocent mind. She had endured enough adversity to refuse anyone the satisfaction of hating her. "This will not be me," she vowed, her voice filled with unwavering determination. "I will not allow anyone to destroy me."
