A bright, flickering orange light suddenly illuminated the walls of the tent from the outside. The thick canvas started to burn.
The air in the tent grew hot and filled with the sharp, piercing smell of burning kerosene.
"When the House of Lyra fell, the order from the Crimson Sun family was to neutralize every direct descendant," Princess Emma said, her voice strangely calm amid the growing chaos.
"My father was a man who valued sons above all else. He had six of them. I was his first child, a daughter. For a man like him, that was a great shame, so no one except my mother, her loyal steward, and a few trusted maids ever knew I existed.
After my family was destroyed and I escaped, I thought I could live in silence. I thought no one would bother with an unknown daughter.
However, even before my last brother was killed, the swords of our enemies reached my neck."
