All In Flames

This was it. The final task. Looking back on the past few days since leaving home, Mei thought that she had done so well. It hadn't truly sank in how dangerous and difficult the tasks were. Her mother's advice had brought her here. Smiling through the pain and and struggles will help get you through it. There were times where her mother's words worked and times when it didn't. On that cold morning, thoughts of her mother brought her warmth.

Samba stood up on the podium with King Baboon, Prince Inbu, and their army behind him. Instead of a day of celebration, it felt more like lining up to go on the scaffold. All the women wore frowns and black eyes. They were tired and exhausted. Ashamed, humiliated and offered a lucrative prize of being a princess just to entertain the elite. There had to be more to life than this? How can a wacky assault course make you a princess?