Begin to turn Your mother is the queen your father is the king you are the princess a man your told to trust who may come to court you he is to protect you he spends two months gaining trust if your father and the love if your mother Dagger in hand sword in his belt he takes away your father You and your mother sent away Slowly the unknown infiltrates slowly it starts to burn holes Your mother falls ill weak frail Too poor to help too uneducated to know what to do A girl of merely twelve lost her mother and father all that was known to her taken left with nothing in an unknown world Slowly the wheels of fate start to turn cranking and screaching The poor girl once a princess grows into a young lady no longer weak no longer uneducated now the most powerful of them all a swordswomen and a bow women skilled to the bone Today she will take back what she once owned with fire in her eyes she runs blade in hand bow on her shoulder You are the queen he is your king She is your princess