The Runaway Princess I

About eighteen years ago, a treasure was born into the world.

Zara Von Silver Wildflower.

She was the granddaughter of the current Elven King and Queen, the rulers of the Wildflower Kingdom, and the rulers of all "Light" elves.

She was also the daughter of Chloe Von Silver Wildflower.

But Chloe had a more established title. She was known as the Warrior of the Hero Party, the Valkyrie.

The pinnacle of warriors, a warrior so strong that even the Hero and Sword Saint couldn't guarantee to defeat her.

Just like her mother and grandfather, Zara had silver hair that seemed to resemble liquid moonlight.

In fact, her High Elf lineage was even more prominent compared to her grandfather and mother.

Her hair always glowed and never dulled. Her elven appearance was apparent and beautiful compared to others.

She was the pinnacle of the elven race. After all, she was a High Elf.

Yet, what had always bothered her were her eyes. She had never seen anything similar before.

Her eyes were blue. Not just a normal shade of blue, but one that could be described as an elegant and light shade of frost blue that even the cleanest of oceans couldn't replicate.

They were like gems. Something that could only be forged by celestial bodies, something born from the very world itself.

For years she pondered whether her beautiful eyes came from an ancestor or perhaps from a strange combination of bloodlines that led her eyes to mutate.

But her mother's eyes were gray, and so were her grandfather's.

Her grandmother's eyes were a dark shade of green, just like an average elf would have.

Either way, no matter how she looked at it, there was only one explanation.

Her father.

Ever since she was born, no one knew who her father was. Only those who had a personal connection to her mother knew about him, and that bothered Zara.

For her whole life, she had it all.

She was loved by her mother. Someone she had looked up to her whole life.

Her grandparents spoiled her rotten. Sometimes, she had to beg them to stop buying her valuable presents.

Her "aunts" and "uncles" were heroes, in the literal sense.

The King and Queen of Clover Kingdom called her by her name, Zara, and she called them Uncle Noah and Aunt Avery.

She, herself, was a once-in-a-generation talent.

At the age of fifteen, she had broken through into the fifth class, a feat only accomplished by historical figures during great wars, such as her mother, aunt, and uncle.

Even her own people, the elves, and a select group of humans worshipped the very ground she stood on.

She wasn't just born with a golden spoon.

She was born with a full banquet made of diamonds.

Yet, the absence of her father left a gap in her soul that was bigger than she wanted to admit.

She had tried to get the information out of her mother, but just like the great warrior she was, Zara was defeated before she even knew it.

Did she have theories about who her father was? Of course, she did.

For many years, she had assumed her father was a fallen elf warrior. After all, hybrid elves had diluted elven features compared to purebloods.

Her elven features were perfect, so she assumed her father was an elf.

For most of her childhood, she assumed her father was a dead elven warrior.

She didn't know his name. No one did, in fact.

Besides a few very trusted individuals, her mother had kept it a secret.

Zara had accepted this theory for years.

But everything changed when she was sixteen.

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At the time, she was visiting the Clover Kingdom and staying within the royal palace.

Getting out of a carriage that had traveled overnight, we stopped in front of the Clover Palace.

"Zara! Good morning!"

"Megan, it's too early for you to be yelling."

"Aw, I was just in a good mood! After all, it's my birthday week, and you're staying with us until the end of the month!"

The first person to greet us in the morning was a beautiful and delicate blonde girl.

That was none other than Megan Van Clover, daughter of Noah Van Clover, the Hero of Light, and Avery Van Clover, the Saintness.

She was personally one of the few people Zara could actually relate to. After all, they were both children of heroes and had royal duties.

Megan was an overwhelmingly bright person and the first princess of the Clover Kingdom, most likely the next queen as well.

"Megan, what did I tell you about your manners?"

"Just leave her be, dear. Megan doesn't see Zara that often."

Behind Megan were Uncle Noah and Aunt Avery.

"Uncle! Aunt! Nice to see you!"

"Zara, I see you're doing well."

"Look at you! All grown up! What a splendid young woman you are!"

"Thank you so much."

With the greetings out of the way, or at least Zara's greeting, it was her mother's turn.

Or, at least, when she wakes up.

"And your mother?"

"She is… sleeping in the carriage."

Noah and Avery chuckled a little.

"Of course, she is."

"Should I wake her?"

Avery offered to wake her. After all, if she were to wake her, she would be the least endangered.

"Please, dear, if you would… it's just I am not trying to get a massive face bruise like last time. Or any time before that…"

Zara's mother, while the pinnacle of a warrior, had her clear faults.

Waking her up was one of them.

Avery walked up to the carriage, opened the door, and gently shook her awake.

"Huh! Who wants a beat—oh! Avery!"

Immediately, her mother captured Avery in a big hug. Avery gave a warm smile.

"Good to see you, Chloe."

"Yeah! You too!"

Then, from a safe distance away, Noah also greeted her.

"Chloe, good to see you!"

"Oh, it's Noah. Avery, you know you could have done better, right? Why pick such a bleak and righteous guy?"

"Oh, really? Can you really be—uhm, never mind."

That part caught Zara's attention, but it seemed Avery caught herself, preventing herself from saying more.

"Hey! You know I'm right here!"

"So?"

While Noah acted mad at the teasing, he really didn't care and found it amusing.

"Greetings, Aunt Chloe."

"Oh, Megan! Look at you! At least you have your mother's beautiful face!"

Megan smiled, and the rest of them sighed.

Zara could tell this was going to be a long month if her mother kept acting the way she usually did.