"The crownless shall once again become Queen."
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My father, was a mighty king, born to the legendary Great Zornald, Lord of the Northern Kingdom, he reigned supreme for sixty-five years before his untimely passing. But his legacy was marked by strength and wisdom, but also by sorrow.
He had two daughters: Elodie, the elder, and I, Maeve, the younger. Our mother's death was a haunting reminder of the cruel fate that befell the women of our royal bloodline.
Rumors spoke of assassination, dark forces, and ancient curses. Yet, the truth was far more sinister. A mysterious destiny seemed to have been cursed into our lineage, claiming the lives of our mothers generations before their children reached eleven years old.
