Queen Swan
A tradition made within the imperial family, a legacy that withholds the hierarchy of an Empire, it was a tradition none of the wives of Rowan can escape.
Supposedly as reviewed by the generations of Cordele, it had always been the eldest that becomes King. As the eldest, you are arranged to bestow the throne, however, that solely belongs to you only if you were born as a man.
Fearing the future of the child she carried, one must sacrifice to ensure the child's safety. Hearing the soft cries of her newborn daughter, she gritted her teeth as she joined her daughter's cry.
"For this day forth, you must acknowledge my child as Prince." Laurel declared that stunned her maidens. That choice was selfish enough but being born as a daughter would not have any use to ascend the throne.
"What name shall my reign bear?" Asked by a maiden with a lopsided smile. Laurel glanced at the morning sky with a stern expression.
"Be this child's name Ishim, for my son and daughter be one with the flames."
Let the flames guide her to certainty, let the flames bring light and comfort to her child. Laurel didn't know that those flames will be the cost of her selfishness and the end of her daughter's smile.
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"The fire bring two different uses to humanity; one will offer comfort and warmth, second will bring destruction and death. I am that second flame."
— Ishim Monte Von Cordele
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