Long before she was a fugitive, Lyssara was a child of privilege, born into the shadow of the man known as Valtherion the Unbreakable, the Strongest King of SAMBALETA. Valtherion's strength was legendary; tales of his might spread across continents. They spoke of a man who could turn anything he touched into an indestructible weapon and who towered over his enemies like a god.
But to Lyssara, he was simply her father—a man of unrelenting discipline and impossible expectations.
The Stronghold Continent, Valtherion's domain, was a harsh and unforgiving land. Its cities were fortified, its people hardened by constant conflict, and its ruler demanded nothing less than perfection. Valtherion's philosophy was simple: strength was survival, and survival was everything.
Lyssara was raised in the heart of the Stronghold Continent, within the towering walls of Valtherion's fortress. From the moment she could walk, her life was consumed by training. Her father ensured she mastered the art of combat, strategy, and survival.
"Strength is all that matters," Valtherion would tell her, his deep voice resonating through the training hall. "Without it, you are nothing. With it, you are unstoppable."
Lyssara obeyed, pushing her body and mind to their limits. She became a skilled fighter, her agility and precision unmatched among her peers. But no matter how hard she trained, no matter how much she achieved, her father's approval always seemed just out of reach.
"Good," he would say after a sparring match. "But not good enough."
As Lyssara grew older, she began to see her father's true nature. Valtherion was not simply a protector of his people—he was a man obsessed with power. He ruled with an iron fist, crushing dissent and expanding his territory through sheer force.
To him, Lyssara was not just a daughter; she was an asset. He saw her as a potential heir, a weapon to be honed and wielded.
"You are my legacy," Valtherion told her one evening as they stood on the fortress balcony, overlooking the sprawling city below. "One day, you will take my place. And when that day comes, you must be ready to bear the weight of this crown."
Lyssara's heart sank at his words. She didn't want to rule through fear. She didn't want to become a weapon. But in her father's eyes, she had no choice.
The final straw came on the eve of her eighteenth birthday. Valtherion summoned her to the throne room, where he revealed a plan that chilled her to her core.
"There is a war brewing," he said, his piercing eyes locked on hers. "I have enemies who would see us fall. To secure our future, I need you to marry one of them."
Lyssara stared at him in disbelief. "You can't be serious," she said, her voice trembling.
"This is not about what you want," Valtherion replied coldly. "It is about what is necessary. You are my daughter, and you will do your duty."
For the first time in her life, Lyssara defied him. "No," she said, her voice firm. "I won't be your pawn."
Valtherion's expression darkened. "You forget yourself, girl. I made you. I can unmake you just as easily."
But Lyssara didn't back down. That night, she packed what little she could carry and fled the fortress, leaving behind the only life she had ever known.
For years, Lyssara wandered the lands of SAMBALETA, staying one step ahead of her father's reach. She lived in the shadows, hiding her identity and relying on her wits and skills to survive.
Her beauty and strength often drew attention, but Lyssara kept her distance, trusting no one. She learned to fight not just with blades but with cunning, turning her father's lessons into tools of survival rather than oppression.
Though she escaped, Lyssara could never truly leave her past behind. In quiet moments, she found herself haunted by memories of the fortress, of her father's harsh words, and of the girl she used to be.
She carried a dagger with her at all times—a weapon forged by Valtherion himself. Its blade was sharp and unyielding, a symbol of his strength. But to Lyssara, it was also a reminder of her own resolve.
"I am more than his legacy," she told herself whenever doubt crept in. "I am my own person."
Lyssara's journey eventually led her to a small, unassuming village, where she hoped to find refuge. It was there that she crossed paths with Elliot Graves, a man whose quiet determination intrigued her.
Though she tried to keep her distance, something about Elliot drew her in. He was kind, yet there was a strength beneath his gentle exterior—a strength that reminded her of herself.
When Elliot and Etreuf stumbled into her path during their escape from Kael's cemetery, Lyssara saw an opportunity not just to help them but to forge a new path for herself.
What Lyssara hasn't told Elliot is that her father is still searching for her. Valtherion's reach extends far beyond the Stronghold Continent, and his influence is unmatched.
Lyssara knows that one day, she will have to face him. But until that day comes, she is determined to carve out her own destiny, even if it means standing against the man who raised her.