(Idk, this pompt was perfect for part of my story)

Juno fell to her knees at Solomon’s side. This man, though he wasn’t related to her, had posed as a father figure for the last year. To see him dying was like a knife to her heart.

“Juno…”

She placed her sword down beside her, her eyes following the trail of blood that dropped down it.

“I know I should have told you sooner…but you looked so stressed every day that I just…I just couldn’t put the extra weight on your shoulders,” Solomon said, looking up at her with a sorry look.

“I can handle it,” Juno said in a whisper.

“I met you when you were four. I was there the day Thera fell. I helped your brother escape with you. I know who you are…I know *what* you are,”

Juno stared down at him. Her world had shifted then froze.

“You aren’t a simple nobody…you are Juno Noris, heir to the Theran throne, and bearer of the title-“

“The Storm Priestess…” Juno finished for him. That meant…holy gods…that meant the drunkard — no, the assassin that killed Sam…it hadn’t been an accident as he had said…it was a targeted attack. Solomon gave her a weak smile and said, “your parents were lovely people. And you were an adorable, sweet baby,”

This meant that not only was she responsible for the lives of the revolution’s troops, but of Thera. The people were her responsibility. But, how could she manage going against the King of Oraria. It was impossible.