olidabothe
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A long time ago, there stood the kingdom of Devaria. It has long been believed that both men and women used to rule hand in hand, for the sake of their people and politics. Until a woman of the name Ceanna one day betrayed the interests of both her people and family, stabbing her husband and taking over Devaria. Ceanna then sat on her bloody throne and claimed Devaria a new kingdom, the kingdom of strong women. From this monstrous founding, Ceanna has made many enemies and many allies. It has separated her people and left her nineteen-year-old daughter Anya to fix the many mistakes of the past. Devaria is very beautiful. The castle itself was made of stone, it is tall and has many balconies and rooms. The villages below consisted of cottages, beautiful oak trees, and some wells for water. Looking from her balcony, Anya could see soldiers monitoring below, and beautiful white horses tied to fences. Children laughing, playing games perhaps. As well as the local baker and farmers trying to sell goods. Her mother, Ceanna, had left this blossoming kingdom in conflict. So, as Anya sat with her beautiful brown hair dangling beside her, enjoying the joyful presence of her people. She would also need to remember their hatred towards Anya and her leadership.
April, Anya's handmaiden. Who is of thirteen years of age, stood behind her, brushing the knots out of her hair. She could see Anya's confliction but did not know if it was right to ask. Anya remembered the day she met April, Anya didn't know her origin and didn't think to ask. April was always very slim, malnourished, was a better way of putting it. Anya had always thought of perhaps demanding for April to be fed a grand meal, but with the intense state of Devaria and the criticism of their people. Anya knew it wasn't the right time to act. There was a tight watch of the politics and gossip around Anya's kingdom. There were talks about a spy present, within the staff of the castle. Anya declined to know that if she had accepted, it would look to the people as if she came first. She always seemed to worry about others more than herself, it was a surprise Anya was disconnected from social circles. She blamed the past, and partially blamed herself. Was there something Anya wasn't doing?
"April," Anya asked, placing her folded hands on top of her sparkly gold gown, "Why do these people seem to despise me."
April, Anya's handmaiden. Who is of thirteen years of age, stood behind her, brushing the knots out of her hair. She could see Anya's confliction but did not know if it was right to ask. Anya remembered the day she met April, Anya didn't know her origin and didn't think to ask. April was always very slim, malnourished, was a better way of putting it. Anya had always thought of perhaps demanding for April to be fed a grand meal, but with the intense state of Devaria and the criticism of their people. Anya knew it wasn't the right time to act. There was a tight watch of the politics and gossip around Anya's kingdom. There were talks about a spy present, within the staff of the castle. Anya declined to know that if she had accepted, it would look to the people as if she came first. She always seemed to worry about others more than herself, it was a surprise Anya was disconnected from social circles. She blamed the past, and partially blamed herself. Was there something Anya wasn't doing?
"April," Anya asked, placing her folded hands on top of her sparkly gold gown, "Why do these people seem to despise me."