Everything in Amerie’s life may appear exciting and eventful as a princess. That couldn’t be farther from the truth. She gets tutored in the morning and learns about the truly antiquated regulations set on her and her people. Boring lectures. Expected to sit still. The books. She hates it all.

The only time she feels alive is during her training. Her mind clears from the fog that formed during her lessons. You can’t overthink when a sword rushes towards you. The physicality and movement also draws her to fighting. Dexterous sword handling is required for Allaver soldiers. The fiercest warriors learn from her kingdom, and she loves it being one of them. She loves learning different weapons and using them in her practices.

Being fifth in line for the throne, people tend to think that would make her disappointed or jealous, but relief floods her body every time the word ‘fifth’ is mentioned. If she could train and be an Allaver soldier or guard for the rest of her life, it would be a fulfilling life.

Too bad that wasn’t what the world had in store for her.