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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, undercover. 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 was overwhelmed by the relentless flow of tedious chatter, reaching her breaking point. As a princess, she was accustomed to socializing, but this was beyond tolerable. How many more people could possibly need to talk to her?

Ira, looking for a way to escape the nobles, finally finds a way.

"Ah, sorry, I'm afraid my presence is requested on the dance floor!"

The nobles sighed in disappointment, their unending flood of insipid conversation only adding to the tension in the room.

"Ah, dance with me!" One noble said.

"Ah, fair maiden, will you do the honour of dancing with me?" Another noble said.

How could she not take this to thought? Of course, they would want to dance with her! If this keeps up any longer, Ira might injure a noble.

Ira looked back to see where this voice was coming from. He was tall, with jet black hair that fell in elegant waves, and he was wearing a luxurious outfit that seemed to be made of the finest silk and adorned with intricate embroidery. This guy isn't some ordinary noble.

But, at this point, she probably didn't have a choice. She'd quickly give this guy a dance, then make a run for the garden.

The young man in black took her hand to the dance floor; Ira avoided all eye contact to lessen the awkwardness, but the man she was dancing with didn't take the hint.

"So, is this your first time in Iskandria?" Ira remarked.

"No, not really. My father always has business here, and I come along to see the unique architecture. I find it interesting, the way it could overwhelm me with its complexity and rich ornamentation." The young man explained.

"I see. Where are you coming from?" Ira asked.

With that question, the man only smiled while letting go of Ira, breaking the flow of the dance they had just had.

"I'm afraid I must tell you another time. If we meet, I'm sure to tell you more," the young man said.

Ira nodded in understanding, her curiosity piqued as she watched the young man leave the ballroom.

But, before he stops looking back at Ira, she is standing in the extravagant ballroom.

"If we meet again, will you do me a favour?"

"I'll tell you if fate decides to make us meet again."

As the mysterious young man left, Ira couldn't help but feel there was a certain charm to him. No, an allure. This man clearly had made an impression on Ira.

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