Her world

The gallops of the horse were so loud to her ears. Every step was like a stab in her chest. Every breath she takes was heavy as if her soul has been slowly plucked out of her body. Her mind screams one name. Her mouth says one phrase, “Please be safe.”

But before she could even reach half of her unexpected journey, she heard the Imperial eagle flapping its wings and screaming. She slowed down as she whistled through her mouth. So then the eagle goes down to her. She immediately checked the content of the message, tied on its legs.

“Rebellion”

It was Sir Lavenorth’s penmanship. With just this one word, she knows that it was serious and that the Imperial palace is in a dire situation. Her hands trembled as she found herself in a dilemma.

She was born to serve the Empire. She was born to rise up and help her people. She was born a woman to fight for the rights of her gender. She grew up and built an Empire worthy of praise, an Empire that is envied by Kingdoms and Empires. Her blood and