[Realm: Uhorus]
[Location: Galadriel]
[Capital City]
There had been a time when the castle unsettled her.
Not out of fear, necessarily, but irritation. Or perhaps the better term for her feeling was frustration.
She had spent too much of her life within these walls for any other outcome to make sense. As the first princess, expectations had been placed upon her from an early age, layer upon layer, until they became difficult to separate from who she actually was.
Be they lessons, training on etiquette, knowledge on politics, history lessons, or training for combat and all kinds of strategy.
The expectations never truly stopped. And with that, the corridors of the castle held memories of another lecture, some expectation and a reminder of what a princess was supposed to be. More specifically, what a warrior princess was supposed to be.
Back then she had disliked the castle for that very reason.
It felt less like a home and more like a mold she had been forced into.
