The Rightful Heir
Prologue
This prison I call home has always been here. My life ruled by lies. I have no choice but to runaway. My name is Clemencia. I am from a family of nobles. Yet, I am not a noble nor am I Queen, but a named traitor since birth. Hated and betrayed, I have lost my last sense of humanity. The reason? My father had fallen for a woman who was anything but of noble blood. She was a peasant, who was a farmer and merchant on her own. She was, as I am told, a woman of great courage and had a defiant look in her eye and a stride that murder men at their own game. Eight months after they fell in love, she died while giving me