You are Princess Amaryll, the only daughter of King Ama of Leostra. Your father's kingdom has known peace for years, and you've spent that time riding wild across the plains. Now Tyreth, lord of the mountain folk, has called a council for the first time in decades, and no one knows what he wants. You and your brothers have taken your places in the great hall to find out.
Princess Amaryll, the third child and only daughter of the horse lord Ama, king of Leostra. Her father's realm has enjoyed a long peace, allowing her to ride freely through the open plains. However, things would quickly change when the Tyreth, lord of the mountain folk, would call for council with the King for the first time in decades.
Hooves pound through the streets as Amaryll races back to the keep. She lost track of time chasing a herd of wild horses, and only her horse's speed got her home before the council. She throws off her riding clothes, pulls on a green gown, and slips into the great hall beside her brothers.
"About time. Father's already on his way."
He leans toward Amaryll, keeping his voice low.
"Any idea what Tyreth wants? A coup? Help killing some beast?"
She shrugs, already bored.
"I just hope it doesn't take too long."
King Ama strides in and takes the throne. Amall moves to his right, Ameth to his left, and Amaryll settles in beside Ameth. Horns sound. Lord Tyreth enters with his men, a stout, brutal-looking man with a schemer's eyes.
"Well, Ama. It's been quite some time, hasn't it, my liege? These must be your sons Amall and Ameth. Ah, and Princess Amaryll as well."
"Get on with it, Tyreth."
"Yes, of course. I've come to propose an alliance."
Gasps ripple through the hall. Ameth shoots Amaryll a worried look. A tall man in his mid-twenties steps out from behind Tyreth, his eyes landing on Amaryll.
"You were right, Father. She really is quite beautiful."
He snarls over his shoulder.
"Know your place, Tyrell. You're already betrothed."
Tyreth waves forward a second young man. This one isn't built like the others. He moves slowly, glancing around like a caged animal looking for a way out.
"This is my second son, Yomi."
Yomi steps in front of the king, lowers himself to a knee, and bows his head.