The Brave Human Mate

Introduction

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It was said, that the moon had illuminated right beside the stars when Amory was born to the Vrovaria Kingdom. Followed by the unexpected Lunar Eclipse that shadowed the land. Though that hadn't stopped the Vrovarian people, who cheered the night away when the King had announced that an heir had been born.

There was a wonderful record of happiness to grace the castle's walls, and Amory was well-rooted into the life her parents had settled for her.

Years following her fifth birthday, it was clear that a sibling for the young princess was not possible—And that factor had started to cause the Queen to grow weary and the King a short temper, but never towards Amory and never towards the civilians.

Or not in the way that anyone would assume.

A mother's touch was one of the many things in life that could never be duplicated, and so when the faithful day of the Queen Mother had passed on—Devastation was on the horizon from thereon.

Not only was the king distraught, troubled in having not made a grand enough effort to seek her treatment. He knew better than anyone that that type of treatment could not be forced, and he took to ruling a kingdom and raising their daughter all on his lonesome.

Even if his advisors had issued the suggestion twice over that he would benefit to take a new wife.

But his heart was no longer to the touch of a woman, not anyone would take the Queen's title except his daughter when the time came.

So that is what the king had done, taking his daughter as his own shadow—Teaching her the ways a King would teach his prince. One day he knew that she would rule the kingdom with the same fairness and care that they had paved the way for.

But the cruelty had snuck up on them upon the King's carelessness, and the people of Tirean were unhappy to be outcasted even further than the outskirts—That their ways were labeled as barbaric and filthy.

As were usually labeled by the kind that shifted into horrific beasts.

In the midst of his mourning, he had acted without cause in taxing the packs in the Tirean territory. And it left the decree of war to come as a rather shock, considering that the possibility of outrage had been lost in translation and seen as acts of wrath and unhappiness.

But never for the reason connected.

The king had taken this betrayal with full force and decided to accept the front of war and raged with full strength. Little did Amory know just how much that choice would affect the rest of her life and those of her people in the coming decade.