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Princess Loretta Alora Sintervive's coming-of-age ceremony is interrupted by an invasion is which her parents are killed, and she is enslaved by the invader's son, who acted as a spy and the princess's(I'm calling her Alora) tutor on foreign cultures. The son, (so far he's Marcus) tries to save Alora from the worst of her enslavement because he has come to love her. But problem soon arises when his father, called Splint, takes her and leaves without telling Marcus. But Alora is strong, and will not submit to being treated as a slave,she continues to fight for her lost kingdom and her freedom, and, to the great annoyance of Splint, refuses to bow to him. While Splint is attempting to break Alora, his son is fighting through forces of gristly men to find her.




On the eve of her coming-of-age ceremony, Princess Loretta Alora Sintervive was, once again, getting a head start on her lessons. The lessons were at their final.
“Oh Brandon, please continue! I simply can’t wait for the day after tomorrow.”
There was a deep chuckle. “Come now Alora, you’re not even supposed to start the first lesson then. You, you right now are complaining about finishing the sixth. Good night sweet princess.”
There was a soft rustle of cloth as Alora moved to sit closer to Brandon. “May I present the royal foreign cultures tutor with a good night kiss?”
There were seconds of silence. Brandon sighed. “Alora that would be most unchaste. You are a princess, and I but a lowly traveling tutor. Added to that you are seventeen. You are several years younger then I.”
“You do know that I’ve not only gotten a head start on foreign cultures, don’t you? You see, besides your head start lessons on culture, and your lessons in weaponry, I’ve been sneaking books on arithmetic. If you are seven years older then my seventeen years, then you are twenty-four. Am I correct?”
Brandon looked at Alora, and clicked his tongue. “You would be, being you Alora. You find out the facts, and study them before you use them to get what you want. The Sintervive brains on the Messeronian throne is grand indeed.” Brandon grinned at Alora as she pulled him up to stand in front of her.
“Several years is not much of a difference. Compared to say… Lady Jasmine and Lord Ronald. Three years ago, when they married, she was fifteen and Ronald was thirty-five! He is old enough to be her father, so compared to their age difference, ours is practically non-exsistant."