"I asked you to protect her, not train her!"

"Yeah, but that's not me and you know it. Why would you have brought her here if yih wanted her safe. A christian atmosphere this is not."

Throughing his hands in the air, the priest stomped over to me. "All right monk, do whatever you want but she's your now. I'm reporting her dead to the capital. This is not the princess we wanted."

"OK." They shrugged, "You can do that if you want."

The princess set down her staff and wanderered over as the man left. "What was that about?"

"We need you name changed. Also, you're not goin to marry the Berdainian."

"What? Why?"

"You've been disowned." And with that, she was left standing in the courtyard, alone.