She walked delicately through the Great Hall, feeling terribly self-conscious. This was her first ball in Kyríam. Her family had only been raised to nobility during this generation. Her father had arranged the marriage of the Emperor and nobility was his reward. She had been chosen by the empress to become a lady-in-waiting after her parents had died. Her parents had named her Kyré, after the God of the Island.

“Hello, Lady Kyré.” It was Page Jordan. His face twisted into an evil leer. “Lovely new dress. It brings out your eyes.” He was always reminding her of how different she was. “Lady Kyré, the only Kyrían with green eyes. You don’t even look like your parents.”

“At least I’m human.” She hissed. The reminder had hurt.

“What makes you think I am not?” His sly smirk covered his entire face.

“Good day.” Turning she walked away, before she did something she would regret. She found herself walking to the throne. Kyré could not take her eyes off the magnificent gems that covered every inch. The glow hurt her eyes. But at the corner of her vision there was a man. Slowly he slid out a sword. The emperor sat in his throne, completely oblivious to his impending doom.

“Emperor!” She cried, “Behind you!” Without missing a beat, she slid a sword from a man beside her and thrust it between the assassin and the Emperor. The man was no hand with the sword and Kyré soon had him pinned. The guards dragged him out of the room, kicking and cursing. Kyré faced the Emperor and curtsied.
“The threat to your life is gone.” The look of disbelief was slowly replaced with anger and confusion.