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April 11, 2020
The Plaster Does Not have to Stay on Forever
The Plaster Does Not have to stay on ForeverA Day in the Life of an AuthorBy Kim Vermaak
Do you ever feel disconnected? This morning I did. I completed my normal routine. Get up, read my bible app, hydrate, eat protein and get down to work, while the children were still asleep.I had committed to writing an article for a new woman’s networking group and had to cover some extra work in for book three of “The Chronicles of Nadine” series. I put on some instrumental worship music because listening to songs with lyrics just overwhelms me when I am trying to form my own.But still I felt disconnected. Then I realised what it was the plaster that I had on my finger. My flying fingertips on the keyboard turns my thoughts into the words that paint pictures in my readers’ minds. It is where sunsets cast their brilliant fiery crimson light over the brilliant green and delicate pattern of leaves of ancient gnarled oaks. Where despair blossoms into hope as the silhouette of a knight’s form moving to the rhythm on the pounding muscles of an inky black stallion’s thunders towards the maiden captured by the evil warlord I must be fully present when these images flow through me and onto the pages which are yet to manifest themselves onto the hands of readers.Yesterday I felt the piercing discomfort of a cut on my right index finger. Although I only type at a speed of an average of 13 to 16 words a minute. I do this with only three of my ten fingers. The left and right index fingers craft the words and my ring finger on my right hand visits the space bar. So, losing even partial sensations of my right index figuresrenders me a third less effective in my word count.As anyone with a paper cut will attest to, the smallest cuts feel annoyingly and disproportionately painful to what we believe it should be. This is because we had such a massive cluster of sensitive nerve endings at the tips of our fingers. It got me to think about our emotions and how hurts make us need to withdraw and cover up. I had to cover up that cut yesterday. Icould not afford to get an infection which would render the finger useless while I tried to heal. A good clean, an antibacterial ointment and a plaster facilitated the healing of a finger that was already throbbing and showing the red tell tail signs of the threat of infection.But today that plaster was a hindrance. With every tap of the keys my senses moved from the images I was trying to describe into the offending tiny blanket against the words. And I realised that while as human beings while we need to protect ourselves, there comes a time when cocooning our pain transform us from healing beings into victims. Now I could leave that plaster on and let it get all tatty and soggy. It would serve as a beacon to all those who are interested, and they would ask, “What happened to your finger?” and I could tell them of my adventures and trials during quarantine. But besides producing a feeling that someone cares, it would do little to benefit my future or the readers who trust me to carry them to worlds where their imagination comes alive.Before you think I am callused, I must put a disclaimer here, I have experienced my own set of gripping trials that would make many people throw up their hands in despair. I cannot write the things I do without the heart rendering honesty of someone who had lived through fear and doubt. But I also know that even though my finger is now sensitive at each strike of the keyboard, I am more engaged and in a place of purpose when it is off, and I can be all that God created me to be.My parting words to you are, if you have a hurt to heal, take care of yourself, but know that there is a time to pull off that plaster and step tentatively back into the world of pains, love, betrayal, loyalty and ultimately triumph in all your scarred and beautiful glory.
Kim Vermaak is an author, marketer and legacy builder.She is the author of the Book Series The Chronicles of Nadine. Her book The Last of the Silver Wings is available on Amazon.www.kimvermaak.com
Do you ever feel disconnected? This morning I did. I completed my normal routine. Get up, read my bible app, hydrate, eat protein and get down to work, while the children were still asleep.I had committed to writing an article for a new woman’s networking group and had to cover some extra work in for book three of “The Chronicles of Nadine” series. I put on some instrumental worship music because listening to songs with lyrics just overwhelms me when I am trying to form my own.But still I felt disconnected. Then I realised what it was the plaster that I had on my finger. My flying fingertips on the keyboard turns my thoughts into the words that paint pictures in my readers’ minds. It is where sunsets cast their brilliant fiery crimson light over the brilliant green and delicate pattern of leaves of ancient gnarled oaks. Where despair blossoms into hope as the silhouette of a knight’s form moving to the rhythm on the pounding muscles of an inky black stallion’s thunders towards the maiden captured by the evil warlord I must be fully present when these images flow through me and onto the pages which are yet to manifest themselves onto the hands of readers.Yesterday I felt the piercing discomfort of a cut on my right index finger. Although I only type at a speed of an average of 13 to 16 words a minute. I do this with only three of my ten fingers. The left and right index fingers craft the words and my ring finger on my right hand visits the space bar. So, losing even partial sensations of my right index figuresrenders me a third less effective in my word count.As anyone with a paper cut will attest to, the smallest cuts feel annoyingly and disproportionately painful to what we believe it should be. This is because we had such a massive cluster of sensitive nerve endings at the tips of our fingers. It got me to think about our emotions and how hurts make us need to withdraw and cover up. I had to cover up that cut yesterday. Icould not afford to get an infection which would render the finger useless while I tried to heal. A good clean, an antibacterial ointment and a plaster facilitated the healing of a finger that was already throbbing and showing the red tell tail signs of the threat of infection.But today that plaster was a hindrance. With every tap of the keys my senses moved from the images I was trying to describe into the offending tiny blanket against the words. And I realised that while as human beings while we need to protect ourselves, there comes a time when cocooning our pain transform us from healing beings into victims. Now I could leave that plaster on and let it get all tatty and soggy. It would serve as a beacon to all those who are interested, and they would ask, “What happened to your finger?” and I could tell them of my adventures and trials during quarantine. But besides producing a feeling that someone cares, it would do little to benefit my future or the readers who trust me to carry them to worlds where their imagination comes alive.Before you think I am callused, I must put a disclaimer here, I have experienced my own set of gripping trials that would make many people throw up their hands in despair. I cannot write the things I do without the heart rendering honesty of someone who had lived through fear and doubt. But I also know that even though my finger is now sensitive at each strike of the keyboard, I am more engaged and in a place of purpose when it is off, and I can be all that God created me to be.My parting words to you are, if you have a hurt to heal, take care of yourself, but know that there is a time to pull off that plaster and step tentatively back into the world of pains, love, betrayal, loyalty and ultimately triumph in all your scarred and beautiful glory.
Kim Vermaak is an author, marketer and legacy builder.She is the author of the Book Series The Chronicles of Nadine. Her book The Last of the Silver Wings is available on Amazon.www.kimvermaak.com
The Plaster Does Not have to say on Forever
The Plaster Does Not have to say on ForeverA Day in the Life of an AuthorBy Kim Vermaak
Do you ever feel disconnected? This morning I did. I completed my normal routine. Get up, read my bible app, hydrate, eat protein and get down to work, while the children were still asleep.I had committed to writing an article for a new woman’s networking group and had to cover some extra work in for book three of “The Chronicles of Nadine” series. I put on some instrumental worship music because listening to songs with lyrics just overwhelms me when I am trying to form my own.But still I felt disconnected. Then I realised what it was the plaster that I had on my finger. My flying fingertips on the keyboard turns my thoughts into the words that paint pictures in my readers’ minds. It is where sunsets cast their brilliant fiery crimson light over the brilliant green and delicate pattern of leaves of ancient gnarled oaks. Where despair blossoms into hope as the silhouette of a knight’s form moving to the rhythm on the pounding muscles of an inky black stallion’s thunders towards the maiden captured by the evil warlord I must be fully present when these images flow through me and onto the pages which are yet to manifest themselves onto the hands of readers.Yesterday I felt the piercing discomfort of a cut on my right index finger. Although I only type at a speed of an average of 13 to 16 words a minute. I do this with only three of my ten fingers. The left and right index fingers craft the words and my ring finger on my right hand visits the space bar. So, losing even partial sensations of my right index figuresrenders me a third less effective in my word count.As anyone with a paper cut will attest to, the smallest cuts feel annoyingly and disproportionately painful to what we believe it should be. This is because we had such a massive cluster of sensitive nerve endings at the tips of our fingers. It got me to think about our emotions and how hurts make us need to withdraw and cover up. I had to cover up that cut yesterday. Icould not afford to get an infection which would render the finger useless while I tried to heal. A good clean, an antibacterial ointment and a plaster facilitated the healing of a finger that was already throbbing and showing the red tell tail signs of the threat of infection.But today that plaster was a hindrance. With every tap of the keys my senses moved from the images I was trying to describe into the offending tiny blanket against the words. And I realised that while as human beings while we need to protect ourselves, there comes a time when cocooning our pain transform us from healing beings into victims. Now I could leave that plaster on and let it get all tatty and soggy. It would serve as a beacon to all those who are interested, and they would ask, “What happened to your finger?” and I could tell them of my adventures and trials during quarantine. But besides producing a feeling that someone cares, it would do little to benefit my future or the readers who trust me to carry them to worlds where their imagination comes alive.Before you think I am callused, I must put a disclaimer here, I have experienced my own set of gripping trials that would make many people throw up their hands in despair. I cannot write the things I do without the heart rendering honesty of someone who had lived through fear and doubt. But I also know that even though my finger is now sensitive at each strike of the keyboard, I am more engaged and in a place of purpose when it is off, and I can be all that God created me to be.My parting words to you are, if you have a hurt to heal, take care of yourself, but know that there is a time to pull off that plaster and step tentatively back into the world of pains, love, betrayal, loyalty and ultimately triumph in all your scarred and beautiful glory.
Kim Vermaak is an author, marketer and legacy builder.She is the author of the Book Series The Chronicles of Nadine. Her book The Last of the Silver Wings is available on Amazon.www.kimvermaak.com
Do you ever feel disconnected? This morning I did. I completed my normal routine. Get up, read my bible app, hydrate, eat protein and get down to work, while the children were still asleep.I had committed to writing an article for a new woman’s networking group and had to cover some extra work in for book three of “The Chronicles of Nadine” series. I put on some instrumental worship music because listening to songs with lyrics just overwhelms me when I am trying to form my own.But still I felt disconnected. Then I realised what it was the plaster that I had on my finger. My flying fingertips on the keyboard turns my thoughts into the words that paint pictures in my readers’ minds. It is where sunsets cast their brilliant fiery crimson light over the brilliant green and delicate pattern of leaves of ancient gnarled oaks. Where despair blossoms into hope as the silhouette of a knight’s form moving to the rhythm on the pounding muscles of an inky black stallion’s thunders towards the maiden captured by the evil warlord I must be fully present when these images flow through me and onto the pages which are yet to manifest themselves onto the hands of readers.Yesterday I felt the piercing discomfort of a cut on my right index finger. Although I only type at a speed of an average of 13 to 16 words a minute. I do this with only three of my ten fingers. The left and right index fingers craft the words and my ring finger on my right hand visits the space bar. So, losing even partial sensations of my right index figuresrenders me a third less effective in my word count.As anyone with a paper cut will attest to, the smallest cuts feel annoyingly and disproportionately painful to what we believe it should be. This is because we had such a massive cluster of sensitive nerve endings at the tips of our fingers. It got me to think about our emotions and how hurts make us need to withdraw and cover up. I had to cover up that cut yesterday. Icould not afford to get an infection which would render the finger useless while I tried to heal. A good clean, an antibacterial ointment and a plaster facilitated the healing of a finger that was already throbbing and showing the red tell tail signs of the threat of infection.But today that plaster was a hindrance. With every tap of the keys my senses moved from the images I was trying to describe into the offending tiny blanket against the words. And I realised that while as human beings while we need to protect ourselves, there comes a time when cocooning our pain transform us from healing beings into victims. Now I could leave that plaster on and let it get all tatty and soggy. It would serve as a beacon to all those who are interested, and they would ask, “What happened to your finger?” and I could tell them of my adventures and trials during quarantine. But besides producing a feeling that someone cares, it would do little to benefit my future or the readers who trust me to carry them to worlds where their imagination comes alive.Before you think I am callused, I must put a disclaimer here, I have experienced my own set of gripping trials that would make many people throw up their hands in despair. I cannot write the things I do without the heart rendering honesty of someone who had lived through fear and doubt. But I also know that even though my finger is now sensitive at each strike of the keyboard, I am more engaged and in a place of purpose when it is off, and I can be all that God created me to be.My parting words to you are, if you have a hurt to heal, take care of yourself, but know that there is a time to pull off that plaster and step tentatively back into the world of pains, love, betrayal, loyalty and ultimately triumph in all your scarred and beautiful glory.
Kim Vermaak is an author, marketer and legacy builder.She is the author of the Book Series The Chronicles of Nadine. Her book The Last of the Silver Wings is available on Amazon.www.kimvermaak.com
April 9, 2020
Who is my favourite dragon in the series, The Chronicles of Nadine?
Muquin was the first dragon to appear in Book One of the Chronicles of Nadine. She is a Silver Wing Dragon. These dragons are the spiritual leaders of all the dragons and with the help of their whisperers, they form the bridge between human and dragons.
What makes her my favourite?
Muquin represents the multi-faceted dimensions of women. She is a passionate and playful partner to her mate. But like all strong women, Muquin tries to mother her mate. She sees danger and wants him to stay away from it. But leaders can not hide in the shadows. They must step out to lead. And Megadeus is no different. Muquin decides that if she can not dissuade him, she must fight alongside him. But this brings tragic consequences and Muquin has to survive a life of solitude, cut off from all other dragons.
I think we have all faced trauma or guilt that stops us from embracing all that we are meant to be. In these times the temptation to hide from our destiny is all too real. But Muquin must face her past and let go of fear and embrace the role of the new leader of the Silver Wing Dragons. Along the way she hurts people who were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time and she has to face her bitterness that has darkened her true purpose.
Muquin finds that forgiveness is not just a gift that she must give to others, but also one that she has to offer to herself to allow joy and purpose to enter her life again.
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March 19, 2020
What are our greatest fears as humans?
Did you know that one of them is extinction?
In a hierarchy of fears, extinction forms the base of all of our fears. When confronted with and pandemic, this fear jumps out above all, and it is a time when people can make practical or dangerous decisions.
Another fear is the fear of separation, and this is what happens when we are quarantined. When governments protect their population, some of these decisions run into our fear of loss of autonomy. When our movements are restricted, this fear shouts out as us, as we cannot travel and feel controlled by our circumstances.
These are some feelings I explore in my book series, the Chronicles of Nadine. When Muquin the last Silver Wing Dragon attacks Nadine’s village, the villagers fear that they will all wiped out. Nadine’s friends, family, and fellow villagers are separated from help and are confined in tunnels with no way of communicating with the outside world.
The written word, like the spoken word, is extremely powerful. The words we use when speaking to pur young people paint a picture of what our future holds. If we instill a fear of the future in them, we effectively immobilise them. While it is necessary to be pragmatic and sensible, we can not become trapped by fear that causes more far-reaching effects.
Let us rather teach our teens and emerging adults about the resilience of the human spirit. About how as a species we have survived countless illnesses and wars and that the human spirit will endure.
Books provide people with a way of confronting fear and processing it.
Take this time to learn, encourage and spend time with your family.
Strategies that minimize basic fears include:
Fears: Extinction. We are not all going to die out. The mortality rate is around 3% and included in those statistics are already immune compromised. Build up your immune system.
Fear: Separation: Have dinner together and play board games with your immediate family. Connect with friends on Skype, Zoom, and WhatsApp. But remember to wash your hands before putting our hands near your mouth and face.
Fear: Autonomy: Celebrate the wins, less time in traffic, more time to pursue learning, hobbies and family.
This is a time to work on building your health and immune system, which is something that we should do in any case, but now we have a bigger incentive. It is also a time to build faith in people and empower them knowing that will it strengthen them going forward.
And you can now buy e-books, without leaving home. :-)
Keep spreading face and courage, while we weather this storm.
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December 22, 2019
Do You Get Cabin Fever Over the Holidays?
Cabin fever is a claustrophobic reaction to being stuck indoors for prolonged periods of time.
It results in some mood problems. Some of them include irritability and lack of patience. Patience? Yes patience.
Now I get it… I just self diagnosed my lack of patience without a psychology degree. But in all seriousness we have just come through a spell of rain and flooding in our area, so that can make you feel isolated and a little guilty for the kids being indoors so much. Today the rain has started again. If your feel the need to get out and experience some sunshine, so do your kids.
But what if there is no sunshine? For some people, depression, frequent napping and food cravings raise their heads as symptoms of cabin fever.
Reading can assist. In fact, using your brain, is a known remedy for easing some symptoms of cabin fever. That is the reason that we love books that create imagery and build worlds. It exercises your brain by stepping into a different world.
TV is a distraction, but it does not provide enough mental stimulation to suppress feelings of isolation and helplessness. Book reading, crossword puzzles, and board games are more effective ways of elevating your moods. In medieval times versions of chess, dice games were games that exercised the mind. Their version of television was the plays they attended and this had the added benefit of social interaction, but was not prevalent in the winter months.
But while you are on a reading marathon, don't forget to keep regular eating patterns. Good nutrition helps to regulate moods. If you usually grab a cup of coffee, tea or hot chocolate, you may increase your sugar levels. Increased sugar levels increase your risk of mood disorders, more specifically depression, which only adds to cabin fever.
Try making a simple but nutritious homemade soup and leave it on the stove or in a flask to drink through the day. This was a practice used in medieval times, where a pottage was made by throwing boiled vegetables, grain and whatever bits of food they had lying around.
For our readers in the northern hemisphere, sunshine is not as accessible over the Christmas season, but for those who can get into sunshine, it helps to release endorphins. But a good alternative is exercise.
These simple and effective techniques can make a significant difference to your mood over the holidays without affecting your budget.
If you are looking for a read over Christmas, check out our ebook.
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December 17, 2019
Are You a Slave to Debt?
Are you a slave to debt?
The old cliche that money can't buy happiness is a dreadful over simplification of facts. There is no joy to be found in not paying bills.
A study of 33,720 U.S. households published in the January 2016 edition of Psychology Science found that those with higher levels of unemployment were more likely to purchase over-the-counter painkillers. Debt has very real effects on the body. In medieval times, life was very cruel when it came to debts. In medieval times, there was debt bondage. This is what people did when they borrowed money and then offered their labour as security for the loan.They could pass this onto their children.
Debt slavery was when a creditor made you a slave in lieu of payment towards your debt. In some countries like Greece, there was a time limit for how long a person could be in debt slavery. There were beatings and Floggings that sometimes came with debt. But you could be put into the stocks in the square and people could then throw things at the already humiliated person. There were no restrictions as to what they could throw, and so this was a very dangerous practice. Authorities designed this public humiliation to create a fear of defaulting by other debtors. In France, a church could excommunicate a defaulter by a request for the creditor. This put your very soul at risk.
In modern society, we do not have these types of harsh problems. but we have methods that can measure some effects of the mental stress of debt. Many people go into debt denial. Typically, this would be a withdrawal from anything that allows the person to focus on the debt. This ranges from not paying attention to admin, which caused you to underestimate the dent. Not answering a phone for fear that it is a creditor. Not opening bills or emails that you fear have messages about debt. Minimising the situation by telling yourself that everyone is in the same situation. In December, we often have holidays. Being at work helps you to focus on routine and gives some distraction to debt. But in the holidays when children and friends have expectations, there is the temptation to overspend and then having to deal with those problems in January.
In the first book, in the series The Chronicles of Nadine, (Book one - The Great Dragon rescue) I have a character called Lord Logan, who devised a system of dealing with debt. Debtors could work off their debt to a creditor a few hours a week. The hours were in a roster managed by Lord Logan’s administrators. They allowed no debt slavery, nor were children ever permitted to be taken as indentured servants. And the creditor had no further claim once the administrator had signed off that they the debtor had cleared the debt. This allowed villagers to continue with their normal trade, by only having a few hours a week they had a commitment to the debtor.Trying to manage debt can make you feel paralysed. But give you self one small task to do per day or per week that will help you to build a better future. Even if it is just filing your bills. Each step that you take will build up your emotional muscle and move you a small step away from victim mode into empowerment mode. Find a local debt counsellor or even a trusted friend to walk with you on your journey.
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December 4, 2019
Courage is found in these pages
I was 15 when I felt afraid.
I knew beyond a doubt that someone had spiked the drink that I had just had. I had a neighbour who I had popped in to say hello to. He was not there, but a group of friends were. I knew most of them. They were chatting and laughing, and I accepted the refreshment they offered. I did not know about spiked drinks then. But to go from a sober, nervous girl to someone so drunk that I was throwing up made me know something was wrong. It was when I felt fear.
I did not want my parents to know that I was drunk. I went to one bathroom and washed off the mess from my blouse. I thought if I could just let it dry on the balcony, I could go home and not have to answer questions about where I had been and with whom. That is when he came, To check if I was all right. He used words to tell me I would have to accept what was coming after all; I was the one without a blouse on.
Many of you will scream, “Foolish girl. How could you let yourself get into that position?” Well, those are the words that if our young women believe them, get them trapped. Those are words that parents and leaders who are too afraid to believe that their own children could fall prey to predators would use.
When I tell you that books saved my life, these are not the cliche words that roll off people’s tongues. In books, I found courage. The heroes who faced insurmountable obstacles lined my courage vessel in so many layers until I began to build up my own stores.
My story ended with me rolling away, grabbing my blouse and running as fast as I could. I could do that because the years of books made me believe that it was possible.
My books are not about “Five steps to finding your courage” or “Ways to build courage into your life.” They are brutal battles where my heroines face real fear. The fear that forms a pit in your stomach and claws at your arms trying to immobilise you. Because that is what the enemy does. He uses blame, fear, and guilt. And he does it every day, in our schools, on the street, in our homes and at our places of work.
We can not always prepare our female children for ever battle they will face. But we can help them find courage. And we can teach our male children to support these women and to find their own courage, because fear does not choose a gender. We can share stories about real heroes both men and women who have found the courage to rise.
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November 13, 2019
Are you Writing?
There is some protection in writing during the early hours of the morning. That is for the protection to others and not to me. Why do I say this? Because that is the time that I do the least damage. You see when I am in writing mode; I become the silent monster. It is the time that I am most likely to snap or say something inappropriate that will flood my body with guilt.
My logical calm approach to steering people into a direction that will allow them to consider other people’s opinions evaporates with the steam that my fingers produce on the keyboard.
Just this morning we had to get the cats ready for their sterilization appointment. So I did not complete my word count and knew that I would have to expand into normal working hours to meet my target. One of my tribe of fellow authors who has never met the silent monster posted a very endearing image and my critical gene stepped into the arena.
Why? because I was writing a scene in my book that had an argument in it. And the final line was, “I hate you. I hate all of you.” All very well when the character is an impulsive young woman feeling the pressure of the world pulling her into a direction she does not want to go in. But not an okay attitude to bring to the social media world. I had to quickly cloak the silent monster and put it back into its writing box.
I am now a normal human being again. But disclaimer: The silent monster does come out to wreck havoc early in the morning and on Saturdays. So just to be safe, ask if I am writing before you engage.
October 24, 2019
Have you lost a loved one to suicide?
This week I came across a special lady who lost a friend to suicide.
Her friendship was a gift of light that she gave, but it was not enough to save the person.
It is painful to watch her struggle with feelings of guilt. I have a family member who attempted suicide 5 times. Suicide is a battle that those left behind continue to fight long after the person has left. The “what if” questions are a relentless torture that robs you of your joy.
Find help. Reach out to a support group. Process your feelings before they become a trap to you.
This photo by Engin Akyurt really reminded me of how we can get trapped by the bondage of other people’s emotions.
Do not be afraid to reach out to others after a suicide. Your story may help someone to find healing as you journey together.
In my second book of The Chronicles of Nadine, I write about the journey of despair and hopelessness that can trap the soul.
http://www.sadag.org/ is the Depression and Anxiety group.in SA. Find one in your area.
October 10, 2019
Which Medieval Fantasy Character Are You?
Do you have a historical or fictitious character that you think you are most like?
I had to think hard about this question myself. I started off by researching real medieval characters in history. At first Joan of Arc came to mind for me.
I could well imagine dressing up as a man to take a journey to confront the King of France and standing up against the enemy of my King.
But I have always had a fear of being burned. The reports that she endured being burned at the stake without crying out makes me think otherwise. I would have cried out.
If I was living in a medieval fantasy, one of my dragons would have rescued me. Perhaps it would have been a Silver Wing Dragon. Because in the Series The Chronicles of Nadine, the Silver Wing Dragons are the custodians of Spiritual Wisdom. So it would be fitting that a Silver Wing Dragon would rescue Joan of Arc. That would make me a hybrid Joan of Arc and Daenerys Targaryen of Game of Thrones.
Here are some historical options for you to choose from:King Arthur, Charlemagne, Eleanor of Aquitane, Jone of Arc, Richard the Lionheart
I hope you will share what character you are like.
