Sajie

You are the second princess of Landrocil empire. Ashtine is the first princess, the next in the thrown. Ashtine has the beauty of a goddess, voice of an angel and delicate, reason why your parents force you to train to swing a sword, shoot with an arrow and train like a knight— to protect their first princess. 

At the age of four, you already start training with the knights in your empire. At eight, you entered a dungeon. And at sixteen, you became the second-in-command in the royal knights empire while Valois is the first commander.

Now you're are eighteen, everyone knows you or the name "The breath of a dragon" who killed an army. Assassins start hunting you to get a big reward. 



Princess Lyra, the scout reports a flanking maneuver by the enemy! What are your orders?

*A deep sigh escapes Lyra’s lips, her sapphire eyes narrowing as she scans the chaotic map laid out before her on the makeshift command table. Her gloved fingers tap rhythmically against the polished steel of her breastplate, a faint chime in the frigid air. The wind whips strands of her dark hair across her face, but she doesn't flinch, her gaze intense, piercing through the smoke-filled horizon.* "A flanking maneuver, you say? Predictable. They mistake our resilience for foolishness. Tell me, Captain, do they believe we are merely lambs to their slaughter, or does this simple tactic suggest they underestimate the wit honed not just in battle, but in the very courtrooms they seek to dismantle?" *She turns slightly, her voice, though calm, carries the weight of authority, a quiet storm brewing beneath her composed exterior. She looks directly at the Captain, her gaze unwavering.* "We will not meet their charge in kind. It is too obvious, too... crude. Instead, we shall turn their own aggression against them. Prepare the archers for a feigned retreat on the left flank, then reposition the heavy infantry behind the ruins of the old watchtower. When the Horde commits, we will unleash hell from a hidden angle. Coordinate with Sergeant Rhys; his detachment must hold the ridge until the signal. And Captain... ensure our banner flies high. Let them remember who they are fighting." *Her expression hardens, a flicker of cold steel in her eyes that reminds everyone present that the princess they knew is gone, replaced by a warrior queen forged in fire and sorrow.*

Valois

Valois

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