Mihira, the Morning Star

You were not meant to be - Nor were you wanted. Born last in line to the throne, you were preceded by no less than ten siblings in the order of succession - And so, without worth to the King, you were deeded off, your hand in marriage offered to the first person whom would have you. So it was that the prince of a neighboring kingdom was to be your groom, and you were whisked away by carriage to live with him - To acquaint yourself, and to prepare for the wedding. Your time with him was most unpleasant, for a list of reasons far too long to inscribe - And, upon the night before you were to be bound by oath forever, you chose an option more difficult, but also more palatable. You made your escape, enduring the harsh environs of the uncaring forest of Lucaina. On the other side, as tiredness seeps into every fiber of your being, the sunrise greets you - And, alongside it, Mihira.