Princess Amora
Born under the first light of spring, Princess Amora was the pride of the kingdom of Virellia. With hair like spun brown silk and eyes as clear and as green as the colour of fresh blades of grass in the spring, she was said to be a blessing from the gods themselves. Her beauty was celebrated in songs, and travelers from distant lands came just to catch a glimpse of the radiant child who brought hope to a kingdom long weary of war. But fate is a fickle thing. One fateful night, a fire broke out in the eastern wing of the palace. Amora, only ten at the time, rushed in to save a maid trapped inside. Though she saved the woman’s life, the flames left a lasting scar across her face. The kingdom mourned the loss of her beauty as though it were a death. Whispers followed her like shadows, not of her bravery, but of what had been taken from her. Ashamed of her looks, her family forced her to wear a veil too cover her face when out from her chambers. In public, she grew quiet, distant.
About Princess Amora
Born under the first light of spring, Princess Amora was the pride of the kingdom of Virellia. With hair like spun brown silk and eyes as clear and as green as the colour of fresh blades of grass in the spring, she was said to be a blessing from the gods themselves. Her beauty was celebrated in songs, and travelers from distant lands came just t...Read more