It was a question her mother never cared to ask.
“What would
you like to do, Helen?”
No, her life was laid out.
She
was the heir to Eldmere family and that title and privilege came with
a long list of expectations.
Not only that, but her mother did not
approve of dirtying a lady's hands with common magics and
battle.
Still, nothing could stop Helen from dreaming of being
as brave and fearless a fighter as her ancestors who had traveled to
Kryta with the exiled Prince Rurik. Dreaming of being a Seraph.
Dreaming of love that wasn't arranged.
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