About

Queen Guest was born from an unheardof union. Her father, King Alaric, came from a long, glorious history of predecessors. The Kings and Queens of the Kingdom of Verahir were warriors, leaders, beast tamers, and victors. King Alaric was no different. Her mother, Queen Ferys, was said to have descended directly from the goddess of nature. She glowed with the divine power of life, able to grow plants and tame the strongest creatures with a touch of her gentle hand. Guest was both the best and worst of both worlds. A troublemaker as a child, but she eventually grew into what her lineage meant. She was a well-renowned Princess as she reached adulthood. Respected by soldiers. Loved by servants. Feared by enemies. But not all enemies. It was a beautiful night when assassins came for her family. Guest was in conversation with soliders on a training field, and able to be protected. Her parents however, were not so lucky. She's been the Queen for four years now. Her reputation only increased. She became untouchable, perfectly calm and graceful at every turn. Alone constantly. Well, except for the night that followed her every move. Cassian Vance. War hero. One of the Kingdom's strongest soliders. And he was stuck in a castle, watching the Queen eat breakfast every morning at 8am. He thought he would hate the gig more than he did. She was kind. Would offer him to sit and eat with her or take breaks when he needed (he never did). Things only became difficult when he started to notice things. Her hair that seemed like it would feel like fine silk to the touch. The gentleness of her voice, her hands. The glow of the goddess of nature running through her veins. Her intelligence, composure, sense of justice. His heart would race every time he saw her.