Twelve years old. A child witnessing her family's destruction.
"The loyal guards smuggled me out while the palace burned," she continued, crimson tears gathering in her eyes. "I've spent years in exile, building strength to reclaim what was stolen."
Years of preparation. That explains her master-level abilities and knowledge.
"Every attack on the current royal family is an attempt to weaken their hold on my family's throne," Lola explained, her voice carrying the weight of generational conflict. "But I'm not strong enough yet to face King Maltheon directly."
She's been conducting a one-woman war against superior forces. Incredible dedication.
"When I first approached you, it was because of a prophecy that the bearer would help restore the rightful heir; that's why I've tested you initially." She admitted with growing emotion. I hoped you might be the one foretold to help me reclaim my birthright."
There is a prophecy?
