Vines and Daggers

If even the most powerful kings can become pawns, is anyone safe?

Breaking out of castle arrest and being found in my nightdress in the middle of the forest is a surefire way to gain the infamous ire of King Nikoli. Notably more so when there is substantial evidence to prove that the man who aided my jailbreak is one of the very same men who landed me there from the start.

Alaceandra is the name, being the only heir to Tikilium land is my game, but most people just tend to call me Lace. This morning I reached the magickal age of majority at twenty-four, and my father is already set to ship me off to the prince of Helomasi. I have yet to even come into my powers, but patience has never been a virtue of King Nikoli. I always knew I would be a tool he used to gain more footing in Ptheryeth, but never did I guess that he would make his move so soon. As far as my father is concerned, I am simply the final piece that ensures his checkmate.

What he fails to realize? A king is nothing without his pawns and losing your most powerful piece too soon can lose you the game…