A Weakling’s Resolve (1)

Cecelia had a secret… One so deeply buried within the darkest recesses of her heart that she tried to pretend it didn't exist. 

It was a stain upon her very soul, invoking a sense of shame so strong that the mere thought of it would send waves of self-loathing crashing through her mind.

In fact, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that this was the root of her crippling self-doubt, the unrelenting whisper that told her she was a failure.

Even the King himself had taken drastic measures to ensure this secret never saw the light of day. 

No records were kept, and not a single word of it was allowed to spread.

But what could warrant such secrecy from the sovereign of one of the mightiest nations in the land?

The answer was simple, it was a matter of national security, or, to be more precise, the future security of the Kingdom itself.