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Ira Korzchent, grew up to be loved by all in the kingdom of Iskandria with only knowledge of embroidery, manners, and how to keep up with conversation in today's societies. She of all people never though of picking up a sword. 

The kingdom of Iskandria brutally lost everything to the kingdom of Zephyria, the only thing holding onto the memory of Iskandria is the people who were from that kingdom. The language, culture, everything now lies into the people who have survived that brutal massacre, including Ira.

Ira, now resides in the kingdom of Zephyria, but she is suddenly given the opportunity to become a maid in the palace, a plan occurred in her mind. Kill the Royal Family, and bring justice to Iskandria.

But, hear goals are stopped by an unexpected love interest, Crown Prince Kaius, the man apart of the family who destroyed Iskandria.

Thorn And Throne

Ira didn't know if she should do this. She hasn't even picked up a sword before. And now she's going to eliminate the cold-blooded Emperor? All of this seems unrealistic to her.

But, at the same time, if she didn't do this, how could she face her people in the afterlife?

She was torn. The weight of her loyalty to her people seemed to have overpowered her, yet she didn't want to do this.

Ira's devotion to God was unwavering. She believed that God had blessed her with a life more privileged than the rest, and this belief was the cornerstone of her faith.

Now, faced with an impossible choice, Ira grappled with her devotion to God and her loyalty to her people. Which should she prioritize? Her faith or her duty?

But she needed to eliminate the Emperor before he could recognize her for Her survival.

After a long time of thinking, Ira went outside while everyone was asleep. There were guards, yes, but they were nowhere near the maid's tent, so it was okay to go outside.

As Ira went outside, she smelt the new air; it wasn't an air she wasn't familiar with—the longing for her home, her people.

But God would understand, right? She needed to kill the Emperor.

As Ira walked around the maid's tent, she noticed something afar from a distance: a church.

It wasn't far—it was definitely a walkable distance from camp. Right now, she needed God's advice more than ever.

Just as Ira was about to make her decision, a sudden touch on her shoulder jolted her out of her thoughts. A hand, firm and unyielding, had found its way to her. She turned, her heart pounding, to face her unexpected intruder.

"Hey. You. Are you some assassin?"

Ira's feet wouldn't let go of the ground. She was stuck in place.

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