“I asked you to protect her, not train her!”

“Her training _will_ protect her.”

Those were the words I heard when I was 16. I was a princess. My mother was the queen, but she expected me to be just like her: elegant and sweet. Prancing like a typical princess, with a stack of books on her head, expected to know how to balance. My dad, the king, he grew up a fighter. Before I was born, he wished t...