JHeart

[Rewriting]

The seven kingdoms of the West Continent, a world dominated by power, where the strong ruled and were loved, desired and exalted, the strong were the Gods and the weak, though few, were content to live under the protection of the strong.

This was the world Andronika Majeir was born into, a world of strength, a world of power, a world of warriors and powerful bloodlines and special body markings, a world of the strong and Andronika was one of them, one of the strong...No, she was one of the strongest, one of the most powerful.

Born into a military family, a lineage of outstanding Generals, Nika was trained from birth to be an excellent warrior, strategist and leader, at a young age, her prowess in battle was unmatched and her power markings never before seen, however along with battle training Nika was raised knowing her duty as a Majeir, a duty to guard, protect and fight for her kingdom and her king.

Young , foolish and unwilling to accept her fate to protect, Nika ended up making all the wrong choices in life, betraying her father and her king.

Nika died at the hands of her lover, for whom she gave up everything, filled with regret and shame, Nika knew that she who had been an undefeated warrior had been completely deceived and utterly defeated by love, she knew her death was well deserved, but as she welcomed her death with open arms, Nika had one last thought.

"I have been such a fool, if there was a second chance, I Andronika Majeir swear on my life and honor that I will right all my wrongs, I will live only for my duty as a Majeir, If there was a second chance, I will conquer love."

First book in the Tales of the continents.

**I do not own the cover art, all credits go to the artist. It will be taken off upon request**

To Conquer Love

~The key is to keep company only with people who uplift you, whose presence calls forth your best~

-Epictetus

It was in the wee hours of the night that an entourage of men on black pulling an extremely ordinary looking carriage neared the final turn they would have to take before they arrived at their intended destination. This entourage had left the side gates of Dragra one day prior and had travelled non stop through the least used dirt roads, heading west and ensuring to keep out of the sights of prying eyes.

However the carriage was so ordinary looking, whilst also being pulled by an equally ordinary looking horse, that even if it had been that they had chosen to travel openly through the populated streets of Dragra, then they still would not have drawn much attention. Not when the people of Dalagh were used to seeing luxuriously decorated carriages, pulled by various reverred beasts.

Consort Elden (Ch.45)