𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄, reign

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄.

  ELSPETH LIENS HAD a very easy life and this was no exaggeration. She was rather high on the totem pole of eligible bachelorettes in the noble pool of Scotland. Her family was rich, with lands and jewels to spare, and Elspeth was the youngest gem in the Liens family.

  And she wasn't just another pretty face, her parents weren't eager to marry her off to whatever nobleman offered.

  No, Elspeth was brilliant. She read books on philosophers and knew how things worked in the court due to studying, Elspeth was skilled in arts— she painted, her voice was angelic, not to mention a sword wasn't foreign to her.

   Sure, she had to sneak around to learn, but Elspeth also knew how to saddle and ride a horse, she could pull back a bow with minimal effort and blades were at home in her hands.

  Elspeth was everything all in one girl; a noble, she was a poet and a warrior, pure magic and proper when need be. This and her stature had suitors falling at her feet, but as her parents promised, Elspeth was the sole person who would decide who she married.

  She thought this was complex before, but going to French court as a lady in waiting to the Queen of Scotland seemed to further