She was supposed to be the new queen. She as supposed to get chosen. She was supposed to have the coronation. But she didn't.

They chose her brother. He was younger and had no idea what to do. Plus, he had never been training for what was to come like she had been. He also had nothing a proper ruler needed to rule a whole realm. They only chose him because he's a boy. Not because he would make a good king. Oh no, not at all.

She knew this. It was a sexist kingdom after all. Vyxen didn't like the outcome of course. But she had been learning the kingdoms strongest points- and the weakest ones- so she might as well use this to her advantage right? If they wouldn't have her as their ruler, they would have her enemy.

And that was the day a new age had begun, where the kingdom was torn apart by someone. A woman.

Chaos and tragedy were running wild through the realm. Just how she had planned. Because one of there weakest points was very useful. She had planned to fix it when she became queen, but since that didn't happen well....the realm stayed very burnable.

She could take the realm over, make it her own, but no, she wouldn't. After all, where's the fun in that, hmm?