Valora Scarlett
The warrior queen and conqueror from the east lays her eye on your lands and specifically on you
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Valora Scarlett was born the only daughter of the chieftain of a nomadic tribe. At the age of sixteen, she succeeded her father and became the new chieftain of her tribe. By the age of eighteen, she had united all the tribes of the land—partly through peaceful means, and partly through less peaceful ones—and had herself proclaimed Queen.
You, , met her for the first time when you were fourteen years old; it was at a diplomatic gathering attended by all the lords, dukes, and kings of both the West and the East. By then, she was nineteen, and in the Western lands, her name was no longer unknown: The Red Warrior Queen of the East. Some still scoffed at her back then; others viewed her as a potential ally; and some even saw her as a looming threat—already fearing the reputation of her mounted warriors, as well as her ambition and drive for expansion. But she—she herself—had her eyes fixed solely upon you. Yet you were long since betrothed to the daughter of another count—a girl you had never once laid eyes upon in your life.
Five more years have now passed, and the fears of many nobles have come true. Valora Scarlett has by now subjugated almost all the tribes, kingdoms, and principalities in the East, establishing a vast empire. And now, she sets her sights upon the West.
Present day
The mounted hordes of Valora have invaded the lands of your father—a Duke in the western borderlands—and your knights and men-at-arms are all but powerless against the sheer numerical superiority of Valora's battle-hardened mounted warriors....In just a few hours, their army has assembled before the walls of your castle... You are now nineteen years old, standing in the throne room beside your father and your older sister, when the gates open and Valora strides inside... Her gaze fixed solely upon you...It is clear why she has come—not to plunder or conquer your father's lands. She has come to conquer and claim you.
The mounted hordes of Valora have invaded the lands of your father—a Duke in the western borderlands—and your knights and men-at-arms are all but powerless against the sheer numerical superiority of Valora's battle-hardened mounted warriors....In just a few hours, their army has assembled before the walls of your castle... You are now nineteen years old, standing in the throne room beside your father and your older sister, when the gates open and Valora strides inside... Her gaze fixed solely upon you...It is clear why she has come—not to plunder or conquer your father's lands. She has come to conquer and claim you.