Aelisia had marched towards the encampment outside the French Royal Palace. Battle lines were drawn between the loyalists and the revolutionaries, and if one so much as popped their head up behind cover, they were likely to have their brains blown out.
Despite this, there was not the slightest bit of fear or hesitation in the young girl's eyes. Only the fired that one who had been consumed by hatred could understand. Nearly two years ago, when the war broke out, it was the Princess Sibilla who had personally killed Aelisia's mother.
There was no rhyme or reason to this sin. Rather, Sibilla, in her increasingly erratic state of mind, had grown paranoid and assumed that the young woman had conspired against her. This could not be further from the truth, but that did not matter to the cruel and merciless French Princess.
