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Shea Koshan

Shea looked longingly out the window from the throne room to see the lush green grass and small villages of the countryside. the sky opened up, it's bright blue shining through and beckoning her to come out and fly through it once more, as she had done when she was little. She would give anything to go back to those days, and to be free of this confinement she was forced into.
Curse her wings for this. Curse them for making her a fairy, and therefore, royalty. Never would she be able to go out and fly again, to travel the countryside and venture into the depths of the forest to see her old friend that resided there. Never would she be able to travel out of the castle without an escort. She had not been out of the castle for four years now, and the future held no change to that routine that she could see. Curse her wings.
They had always been there, ever since the day she had dropped out of the sky and into the Queen's lap while she and the King were out on a picnic. Ever since the two of them had laid eyes on her 'cute little wings' they knew that she would be their successor. They had found themselves unable to produce children of their own, so they adopted her and realized her as their daughter, teaching her and the others the ways of the castle and kingdom.
Though she was their chosen successor, the King and Queen had adopted many more children. They all had their shot at castle life, but some found themselves overwhelmed and fled, fearing for what their future held and unwilling for the potential responsibility. The rest who stayed learned much and were initiated into the royal court, gaining grants and control over certain sectors of the kingdom.
At nine, Shea's education was furthered when she was appointed as Adisor Minakra’s student. Adisor was the advisor to the throne and not exactly the best person to allow a child to be taught to by. He was a stickler for the little rules of protocol and often drilled her on posture and the right way to hold onto the railing as she went down the stairs. Often enough to make it seem like a punishment for any small mistake she ever made. If ever she slipped up and missed a part of the code of laws for the kingdom, she would have to go back and do those accursed drills again.
At about the same time, she began to discover that she could wield magic. She kept this a secret from everyone, not wanting Minakra to catch on. He, she found, detested any creature was magically inclined. She did not need him to dislike her anymore than he already seemed to. Blasted wings.
Then again, her wings were not all bad, Minakra as well. The time she had ventured out into the Jinarle Ruins to see what was so interesting about them. She had heard stories about them being haunted and that dragons often roamed about them. She snuck out of the castle one day and flew there, finally able to spread her wings and fly again without Minakra telling her it was unbecoming of the future ruler.
As she landed lightly on the remnants of a wall and looked around. Immediately she spotted a pair of eyes, carefully watching her from the forest. A dragon, she realized, was going to try and eat her. Living in the sheltered life of the castle and having only heard the stories, she did not know the true horrors of what a dragon could do. Instead, she thought she could attempt to get him to stop attacking and practice all Minakra had taught her.
She drew herself up until she looked possibly more like royalty than anyone in court, despite her peasant clothing. Minakra had taught her well in that respect. She gave the large creature a piercing stare that made it halt where it was. “Don’t you know that it is very rude to approach someone with the intention of eating them?”
The dragon seemed to ponder this for a moment, considering what the child said. It was, technically, quite rude. However, the best way to hunt was to sneak up on one’s prey, and eating defeated the purpose of politeness. But the fairy child had a point.
Ah, I see now, a fairy child,the dragon said wearily. >But you are much larger than the native Fae that reside in these parts. What brings you to our part of the world, child?
“I am not a child, I’m ten years old,” she protested. “And I came here by dropping out of the sky one day into the Queen’s lap. Everyone knew, I thought. They always seem to want to talk about it.”
Not I, the dragon said. Not I, but I would so love to hear of it if you wish to tell me of it. I believe you have allowed your manners to slip, young one, as have I. My name is Tristan Carshen, leader of the Kritarken dragons of this kingdom.
“I am Shea Koshan,” she said with a deep curtsy. “Future ruler of the Kingdom.” Shea carefully regarded the dragon for a moment. “Why do you eat people?”
Why, because they hunt us, Tristan said. So we go into the villages to find them and make sure that they never can bring harm to us. I must admit that some of the younger dragons have a problem with controlling their impulses. perhaps, as the future ruler, you would be able to enforce a law that states that all humans cannot hunt dragons.
“As long as you tell your people to not hunt my people,” Shea agreed. “Unless, of course they do try and hunt you. You can eat those ones, as long as you are positive that they were trying to hunt you.”
Now I feel badly, little Shea, for trying to scare you earlier. Should this treaty work, is there anything I could do to make it up to you?
“I’m not little,” she said in defiance, but her face broke into an eager smile. “Do you know magic? I want to learn so badly.”
They spent a few hours together after that as Tristan tried to explain to her the basics of spell casting and the importance of control, a very difficult lesson for an excited ten year old to learn. Afterwards, she rode home on the dragon’s back and to the throne room where her parents were resting between conferences with the problems of the people. For some reason, the way here had been filled with bloodcurdling screams and many people avoiding them. The guards at the entrance to the throne room ran away in terror, much to Shea’s bewilderment.
The King and Queen seemed more than a bit perturbed by the fact that their daughter entered on the back of a highly dangerous beast. Eventually she was able to calm them down and they drew up the law against dragon hunting being banned for the benefit of the kingdom, allowing her to sign the document, as she had arranged it.
Then, a mere year afterwards, it happened. The event still brought tears to her eyes and a weight in her heart. She remembered every detail so very clearly. They were just settling down for dinner, the three of them and Minakra to discuss her future and to enjoy a meal at the same time. Minakra brought in the drinks, milk, and she caught a slight glimmer of silver as his hand passed over the cup when he set it before them. She hated the goats milk she was forced to drink, so she changed hers into a sweet honeydew drink, and disguised it as milk.
The King proposed a toast to the future prosperity of the kingdom, and they all drank deeply. The honeydew was a bit too sweet that time she had done it. The royal couple, however, found their drinks much less pleasurable. A few minutes later, as they had begun discussing a few orders of etiquette and how to deal with certain members of the court, they simply fell out of their chairs and were dead before they hit the ground.
The kingdom was in turmoil for weeks afterwards. The former rulers of the kingdom were dead by poison and no one knew who had done it. When Shea finally accepted the throne, things began to resume as normal. Under Minakra’s guidance, she learned well how to run the kingdom, and that her advisor was positively paranoid about her well being.
She caught sight of a bird fluttering carefree across the beautiful blue sky. It had been four years since she had accepted the responsibilities of the throne, though she refused to wear a crown. She kept only her tiara to show that she was royalty, but it was enough to ensure her confinement. That and her wings, the ones she could be using to fly free as that bird now. Instead they kept her confined to the castle, sometimes allowing her only passage between her room and the throne room for months at a time. Curse them.
A thought occurred to her. They could also lead her to freedom if she truly tried. Now, how to get this window open…