As the Grand Princess of the Human Kingdom, it was no exaggeration to say that she was the most favored by fate and the happiest person in this world.
The entire royal family regarded her as their precious jewel, carefully protecting her, fearing even the slightest harm.
Whether it was the dignified Old King, the elegant Queen, or her several elder brothers, all doted on her immensely.
However, Farahsiya was a strong-willed person at heart.
As a female, she never measured herself by the standards of ordinary women; instead, she imposed strict requirements on herself that surpassed those of men.
Her heart yearned to learn battle qi and sword skills, determined to become an extraordinary Hime Knight, to gallop across battlefields and write her own legend.
But the Old King, who had always doted on her, uncharacteristically showed a stern face and told her in a firm tone: Women should stay at home, find a Duke's son to marry in the future, why bother learning those fighting and killing things.
Farahsiya did not give up and turned to her brothers for help.
But what she received were similar responses, along with their barely concealed disdain and contempt deep in their eyes.
Although they tried their best to hide it, that fleeting look of disdain was still captured by the keen Farahsiya.
This was like a sharp blade, deeply piercing Farahsiya's self-esteem.
Her heart was full of unwillingness and indignation: Why are women destined to be inferior to men? Can women not have grand ambitions and powerful strength?
Farahsiya was already a person with strong self-esteem who refused to bow to fate.
In recent years, she had keenly noticed that everything around her was quietly changing.
Her royal father's health was deteriorating, his former majesty and vitality gradually fading, replaced by increasing fatigue and illness.
And the relationship between her brothers had become increasingly cold and distant, with undercurrents surging between them, even reaching a point of imminent conflict.
Farahsiya knew that a dramatic change within the royal family would likely unfold soon.
She pleaded with the Old King for financial support, using the excuse that she wanted to travel and broaden her horizons.
The Old King had always granted his daughter's every wish, and he readily agreed to her not-so-excessive small request.
After receiving the funds, Farahsiya quickly took action.
She led the loyal royal guards who followed her, meticulously forming a merchant caravan.
Under the careful advice of her intelligent younger sister Saphina, Farahsiya took her caravan and capital, departing from the prosperous imperial capital King's Landing City, traveling across mountains and rivers, passing through the rich territories of human nobles, the mysterious mines of the Dwarves, and the rugged tribes of the Beastmen.
She experienced the different customs of various races and accumulated rich experience in merchant travel.
She cleverly utilized the differences in local products, transporting specialty goods from each territory to several remote cities they would pass through later for sale.
In this way, with her extraordinary courage and keen mind, she earned a very considerable profit.
After two years of trading, she not only gained fame in the business world but also amassed an astonishing amount of wealth.
At the same time, Farahsiya never stopped inquiring about the movements of her royal brothers.
She noticed that her brothers were busily preparing: large-scale conscription, blacksmith shops working day and night to forge weapons, and procurement lists for various weapons and armor in the armory arriving like snowflakes.
All these signs gradually made Farahsiya understand her brothers' intentions—they were gearing up to compete for the throne.
The Old King's health was worsening, but he clung to life, lingering on his sickbed, stubbornly refusing to take his last breath.
This greatly worried the ambitious princes.
The Old King had lived too long; the First Prince was already over thirty, entering middle age, and years had made him crave power even more.
The other princes also coveted the supreme throne, secretly accumulating strength, waiting for an opportunity to act.
After all, who wouldn't want to be at the pinnacle of power in this kingdom, possessing supreme glory and wealth?
Not only that, several border dukes of the empire were also ambitious individuals.
They held significant military power, occupying their own territories, and also eyed the throne covetously, always ready to get a piece of the pie in this game of power.
A bloody struggle for the throne was already imminent, on the verge of breaking out.
Farahsiya knew the situation was urgent and she had to rush back to the royal capital King's Landing City against time.
Her sister Saphina was still in the royal capital, and in the coming storm, the delicate Saphina was undoubtedly the one who needed her protection the most.
For this, Farahsiya meticulously planned her final itinerary.
She heard that every winter, a terrifying tide of demonic beasts would surge.
In this catastrophe, Winterfell City was always the first to bear the brunt. The soldiers in the city, regardless of life or death, charged forward, protecting the land and people behind them with their flesh and blood, preventing them from being trampled and ravaged by demonic beasts.
Farahsiya's plan this time was to sell some armor and weapons brought back from the Dwarf kingdom to the lord of Winterfell City.
This way, she could both make a profit and use this opportunity to befriend the lord, helping him through this demonic beast tide, planting a useful chess piece for future potential crises. After that, she could rush back to the royal capital without stopping to protect her sister Saphina.
However, when she stepped into this border city, Winterfell City, she found that everything here seemed a little different from what she had expected... The Author has something to say:
Author's note: PS: The characters are from the Princess Hypnosis hentai novel. Also, brothers, the 10,000-word update can't come out yet, I'm holding back for the Monday listing word count. Please give another 10,000-word urge on Sunday, and I'll give you a massive update on Monday! Please throw some monthly tickets, thank you, thank you, thank you!