Traveling from one kingdom to another. Her own was slowly falling apart. War had broken out thanks to the random attacks from the enemy kingdom. Luckily, they survived the blood fest and even capture the Enemy King. He was forced in the jail cell to spend a sentence or be beheaded. Even though they survived, the kingdom was yet in danger. An arrangement was put together by the kings of two friendly kingdoms. The youngest daughter was to marry the prince to the heir of the throne. The middle child was against her younger sister marrying the of age male. She hadn't even reached age of 16. She was only 12. Traditions generally annoyed young Malayna. Malayna was 17. A year past the age of marriage. The first three ran from her due to the way she was. Outspoken, open minded, adventurous, and even not so girly. She was known as a wild child. Her impulsive behavior caused Malayna to travel to her sisters to-be betrothed. The kingdom was very beautiful. The whole time through travel, her eyes looked around seeing the ocean crash the sandy beaches and the mountain tops with white patches on top. It was abnormal. Around her kingdom she typically saw forests and animals. There were no mountains or beaches. It was a mixture of desert and oasis. The horses pulled up the lined up men in front of the partnered kingdom. On of her own men pulled up on their horse. "We have the woman who's to shall betrothed to your own kingdom." She hopped down from her black horse and slowly walked to men. The main guard popped with an automatic response. "Are you not a bit older than our lords wife?" Her sapphire green eyes shot at him along with her voice. "How dare you speak of me in that way! I am Malayna Cordea." She hated men that shot down woman because they were said to be not as important. Her light brunette hair drifted in the ocean breeze. "Let me in at once!" "I can not." The guard instantly retaliated with a response. Malayna was not giving up this easily. Not in the slightest. "Our parents had already agreed to me being a replacement. Now let me in!" The guard shook his head and turned. "Send for M'Lord." He was proof of some kind; any kind really. Then again, he felt threatened by the woman who was clearly not a proper lady. Far from to be exact. He found it degrading and embarrassing for the womankind. She on the other hand found it empowering, noble, and rightful.