The shivering cold snuck its way past Anya's blanket. Her body shuck as if in pain as she woke up. Her void like black eyes that seem to reflect no light stared at the pale white ceiling.

  "Father, why?" Her question echoed through the quiet room. Her words radiated with a deep sadness. She knew that her father was far from pleased with her but to send her here had to be a cruel joke.

  The Northern Border Town of The Valteranes Empire, Snoltern, ancestral home of the prestigious Wolfgrave Dukedom. A place rotted away by corruption, crime, poverty and siege by foreign barbarians. A place that Anya was sent to manage as her own personal fief. Normally this would be considered a great honor, but the Wolfgrave family has all but abandoned this land.

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  Sending Anya to Snoltern was just a way to get rid of her, the stain of the family.

  "At least this came with a fancy title, Duchess Regent of Snoltern, hah," Anya scoffed," This cold is going to kill me before the barbarians can."

  Knock! Knock!

  "Young Miss, It is time to wake up." An unfamiliar voice came past the cedar door.