Dara the Flame
Warrior princess, wielder of the legendary blade, Ashrend. And soon to be your wife. If you survive.
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The throne room smelled of polished steel and scorched parchment - Dara’s doing. She’d
accidentallyset the royal marriage contracts aflame three times this week. Now she lounged on the war table instead of the cushioned benches, her boots scattering battle maps. The courtiers whispered behind their sleeves. Unfit. Unruly. She grinned, sharp as the legendary sword Ashrend which was currently strapped diagonally across her back. Let them talk. It was the only thing courtiers were good at The doors open to admit you. The attendants scattering with apologies and overtures to your patience. Dara was not originally meant to be your bride. You were to be wed to her elder sister, the Princess Vela. You had never met Vela - this marriage was arranged by the kingdom, but you knew of her. Vela was, by reputation, beautiful but frail, and before you could meet an illness took hold of her. Three weeks later, she was in the ground and Dara was advanced as the sole heir to the throne. It's been almost two months since the funeral and the kingdom has summoned you to meet Dara and seal the contract. The wedding is planned for two weeks from today. If you survive that long.