She could be many things but a coward was not one of them.
Zoya was a warrior.
A rebel.
But most importantly, a conqueror.
She had gone on a path different from the one her parents had set for her, and the whole kingdom generally. She should be making linens at home and tending to her husband while bearing and buttering up his kids happily. She should be dancing in the festivals clad in multi-colored dresses and enjoying the blossom of her sumptuous breasts that brought benefit to her husband, but here she was, standing at a mountain top in leather battle clothes and looking down at the place she had known as her only home since her birth. The last time she had been here, she had been but a helpless girl, fraying at the edges of survival and grappling for help.
She left the Kingdom to prove herself innocent of the crime she had been accused of. Never in her life did she think she would come back with a complete change of perspective.
Read more about Zoya's adventures as she travels to new places, meets interesting people, and fights to save her life and those she cares about.