Chapter Two Ring Story (violet)

Amira hadn't seen her father since he came rushing home that one day. The Old One kept an annoyingly close watch on her, but made no odd or misplaced move. Everything kept on for years, and years, and years. Amira was sixteen now, and her 'etiquette lessons', as some called them were getting intense. Her least favorite lesson was history. It was taught by the old one. Amira was tired of the old witch rasping on about Harlev the Harsh, and Prince Bindel the Blond. There was nothing in comparison to horseback riding. Although she liked the horses, it was the teacher who caught her attention. Jessan, a sandy blonde with brown eyes, was only one year older than her. She loved it most when they took 'field trips' over the beautiful hills in what would soon be her kingdom.