Sitting on her window ledge thinking about her past but she couldn't remember
Raya couldn't remember specific that moment her kingdom got captured her parents getting murdered
She remembered the days she played hide and go seek with her mom and her dad tacking her in telling her about his adventures "father do you think you think i well be a brave and ruler as you.
The king smiles yes I do I think you will make a great queen The memory of her father's words lingered, but the present was harsh. Raya sat on the window ledge of the dilapidated tower where she now lived in exile. The kingdom that was once hers lay in ruins, ruled by the usurper who had murdered her parents. She couldn't recall the day of the attack — the screams, the blood, the final moments of her parents were locked away in her mind. But the happy memories? They flooded back, a cruel contrast to her current desolation.
She remembered her mother's laughter during their games of hide and seek in the palace gardens. She remembered her father's strong arms lifting her onto his shoulders as he recounted tales of his youth — how he had traveled to distant lands, fought in battles, and learned the art of ruling with both strength and compassion.
"Father," she had asked, "do you think I will be as brave a king as you?"
He had smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Yes, I do. But you will be a queen, my dear. And I think you will make a great queen — one who fixes the mistakes of the past."
His words echoed now, a haunting reminder of the legacy she had yet to fulfill. How could she fix mistakes when she couldn't even remember the one that had cost her family and her throne?
A noise from below snapped her out of her reverie. It was Aris, her last remaining loyal guard. "My queen," he called softly. "We must leave. They're searching the lower levels."
Raya nodded, pushing herself away from the window. As she turned, her gaze fell upon an old tapestry hanging on the wall — one depicting her father's coronation. In that moment, a fragment of memory pierced through: her father's voice, urgent and strained, shouting, "Raya, run! Hide in the secret passage!"
It was the first time she had remembered anything from that day. Her heart raced, but with the memory came a surge of determination. She might not remember everything, but she remembered enough. She was her father's daughter, and she would reclaim her kingdom.
She looked at Aris. "Gather the others. It's time we stopped hiding."
As she stepped away from the window, she felt the weight of her crown — not the physical one she had lost, but the one her father had placed upon her in his prophecy. She would be the queen who fixed mistakes, starting with the one that had stolen her birthright. The journey ahead was fraught with danger, but for the first time in years, Raya remembered who she was: a daughter of kings, destined to be a queen.