"I am not ready," Emmalyne whispered.
A hand appeared on her cheek, it stroked the side of her face gently.
"Keep your head up, Princess," The voice of the hand spoke.
The princess held the calloused fingers against her cheek. Emmalyne's fingers were dawned in diamonds and emeralds. Jewels of every kind. Her hands perfectly manicured. She closed her eyes and drew a shuddering breath. Two crystal-like tears seeped out of her eyes and ran down her smooth cheeks.
"It's a long road." The princess finished.
The hand fell from her face and it's owner melted into the shadows.
Emmalyne Faust. Heir to the throne in the Kingdom of Legibus. Wars have been fought and disease has diminished the population. In the ending of one-hundred-ninety-seven counties, four kingdoms were formed. Two on land, Legibus and Adeifex one in the water, Amet, and one in the sky, Obses.
At age eighteen Emmalyne has two years until she will fully ascend to the throne. She is tasked to find a boy, who will become the King who stands beside her. While she must also engrave every piece of information about ruling into her mind. She plans to be Emmalyne the Spectacular. Her grandfather was already Daniel the Great. Attached to all of her courtly duties, Emmalyne works her hardest to live up to the harsh expectations set by the kings before her.
But something chances to ruin it all. Emmalyne's uncertain demise is far closer than she could have ever imagined.