In my unfortunate case, it would seem that magic, fate, or a horrid curse is in play. You see, the prospect of an arranged marriage compared to the slaughter I’ve endured repeatedly would be like walking through a flower garden. How many times have I died at his hand? I lay my hands together over my jewel encrusted sword, blood dripping from my brow, and kneeling on the disrupted gravel of my burning kingdom once more.
