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She sits alone on the edge of the window, watching the clouds pass as she debates whether to jump. The men all fight for her hand, one man dead every battle. She didn't want to loose her freedom to some man bent on ruling the kingdom after her father's death. But she also wanted the blood shed to stop! Her father refused to stop the battles until one victor remained alive. He wanted a stong suitor for his dearest, and only daughter. Also a strong prince makes a strong king to lead the kingdom.
The thought that plegued her: These battles are all based on my behalf; IT'S MY FAULT the men are all dieing! If I jump will the blood shed stop? or continue?

I had an artist's block for about FOUR WEEKS!!! I got bored and hit an emotional down so I grabbed paper and pencil. This was my peacemaker I guess I drew something that turned out good! and I felt better.