“Do I need to make this another lesson learned?” my father asked, rising from his throne. I cowered away, ashamed of my insubordination. The tiger stripe burn scars wrapping up the upper portion of each of my arms were a reminder of how cruel my father’s lessons could be. There was no use arguing against this. I could resist all I wanted, but his word was law. “No, your majesty,” I bowed my head, trying to hide my frustration. “That’s what I thought. I have my reasons for the agreement and choosing his daughter,” he said,
