"What was that commotion?" Kiana asked her guard.

"Someone tried to kidnap the princess, Lady Kiana."

Kiana laid back down. She was still jumpy. It'd been an anxious escape from Aziron after the assassination. When she'd finally arrived in Valhym, bloodied and dirty, the guards had tried to turn her away but the queen had intervened. She knew who Kiana was, what she'd done. She praised her, given her title for her name and told her she'd have more use for her soon.

Since then Kiana’d followed the queen's army. A small tent on the fringes but well protected by Fredrick, her personal guard. After all she was a valuable asset—a hero. The queen had known. Her name was legend. The people of Aziron would come to know it as well, to understand why they should praise her name, not cast her out. Her legend said so.

They'd traveled far to fetch the princess, long tucked away for safety as the rumors said. Kiana wondered what the girl would be like. Terrifying but beautiful if her mother were anything to base off. Regardless, it didn't have anything to do with her, so Kiana laid down and enjoyed her privileged sleep.