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farm was given structured periodic provisions if they weren’t self-sufficient. Wizards could take care of themselves and most of these such “towns,” if you could call them that, belonged to a magical being or wize elder, but they love company, so they would never say no to deliveries from the nearest stronghold.
It was within the royal castle that one particular girl was raised. She had been brought up as any first born heir to a prosperous kingdom would: rich, spoiled, and believing wholeheartedly that the world belonged to her, and well, she wasn’t entirely wrong.
Unfortunately for her, she had seven younger siblings and when a girl is fourteen there is not much room for sympathy in regards to siblings. Each child had their own rowdy ways and every single one got on their oldest sibling’s nerves. Their parents paid next to no attention to her, there were younger children with more immediate needs than her and an entire kingdom to maintain.
The girl’s best friend was a nobleman’s son. He was the obligatory good-natured negative influence on her. They got along famously and caused so many problems for the folks working in the capitol. The two of them grew up together, each growing in grace and wisdom until they were suddenly separated by force. The girl’s parents decided she was too old to be fooling around in mischief with a boy of similar age. After all, the children took it too far, tampering in a peddler’s magic to stage a trick for the court.
The girl became sick and was bedridden for a week. She awoke finally with an absence of voice. She clutched her throat, body sore. This was the work of the magic she had swallowed.
She healed quickly, but with great heartache she watched her closest friend be excused from the castle to be schooled in his family’s historical home of Caerfinlae.
Just as abruptly, the princess was put through rigorous training and was schooled in the ways of running a kingdom. She learned the arts of economics and finely studied the delicate patterns of politics.
Though she thought often of her childhood, she accepted that she had to move on and look to the future of her kingdom. As the crown princess, she thought, it was only right for her to be prepared, to plan. And she had plans, big plans. The longer she considered that night, the more certain she was about it. In her years of studying she picked up a subject only to study in privacy. The skill of magic is something that all are born with in these lands, but not all can master it. The princess came to realize that though it hurt at the time, she liked the power that coursed through her blood for only a few minutes as a child. In this she could see many possibilities for her future, cast before her like beads.