A frizzy haired child skipped along an empty hall. It's darkness and desolation didn't seem to phase her, she was happy as anyone could be in Stirly. Her silver curls bounced left, right, forward, backward, with every step she made. Her innocent voice hummed softly, filling the gigantic halls of the castle with her song. Metal clashing from the end of the hall made her jump and she darted toward the lengthy royal red curtains and hid inside them. From around the corner, quickly moving figures shot back and forth creating sparks of rusty orange as their weapons clashed. It looked to be a two-on-one, although an easily balanced fight. Again, the boys were at it in the halls of their own home, without a care in the world. There were occasional bursts of flames, a breeze of freezing air and rubble of rocks reflecting off their battle as they swiftly danced to the other end past the frightened little child. Following, two older men cackled to each other as they discussed their successful children, another followed formally behind them. They stopped to the sound of her hitched breathing. The tall and skinnier one approached her with a cold sigh and pulled her out of her hiding place. "You're never going to succeed with your fear of combat. Get over it, or die wishing you had." He scolded her, making her shut off and whimper quietly instead of bursting into tears like a normal child. Even she knew that that wasn't allowed near the three kings, especially the head king. The third king, a dark and mysterious man that didn't scare her as much as the other two. There was something about him and his family that didn't seem to be as feared as the other's. But not to get it wrong, he was still a terrifying individual. He burst into laughter at the little girl's upset and placed his fists on his firm waist, shaking his head shamefully.
"I don't know why you bothered having her, Frost, you already have an heir. And don't get me started on keeping her around, I've never seen a subject so useless!"
"Now, now, don't be so quick to assume she's a lost cause," The head king stepped forward, then toward her. She retreated against the wall but he still continued to her tiny, horrified face. He squinted. "Give her until she's ten to shape up, or shift out." He ordered.

That's exactly what she did. For the next few years the girl forced intensive training on herself. Sometimes she'd disappear for days or weeks to isolate herself and improve her abilities. On one occasion, she disappeared for over a month after she strained her body too much to move it. There was no rescue party. But if her elder brother disappeared for just a few hours the whole castle would be on high alert. Instead of traditional fighting abilities drilled into the heirs' minds, she invented her own style, her own weapons, her own way of using her Power, and her goal? She would prove to the fathers that she wasn't useless, she would prove to the heirs that she wasn't weak, she would prove to the world that she could be a merciless queen worthy of any and all positions of power.