Sorrel has only ever wanted to be a woman, no longer a girl, and respected in her village. However, chance delays that rite of passage. But then she is presented with an opportunity, and if she succeeds in the task set her, she could not only become a woman, she could become a Queen. To get there she will have to compete against girls from across the nation. It starts now.

Champion

The funeral was a somber event. It was raining when I woke up that morning. After a subdued breakfast with Alric, who had yet to say anything about his father, Enna ushered me into the bath, and then she pinned my hair up into a braided bun. The dress I wore was long sleeved and flared out. It was a inky black, with matching gloves and shoes. Enna fastened a black cloak around my shoulders, and then draped a long black veil over me to complete the look. Apparently it was custom for women in Central to wear them at funerals. 


I went to the door to Alric's rooms to see him standing by the window as he waited for me. We had grown a bit closer in these past few months, and a part of me was happy that he was allowing me to try and comfort him. I went and stood next to him, taking his hand in mine. We stood there for a few moments, until some footmen came to collect us. 


The Funeral