Date: Unspecified
Time: Unspecified
Location: Kingdom of Scotland, Lothian, Edinburgh, Palace of Holyroodhouse
I was born with everything most people spend their lives chasing.
Health.
Wealth.
Beauty.
Intellect.
Talent.
All of it was placed in my cradle before I ever learned to stand. In exchange, I lost something far more valuable, my Freedom.
My name is Corey, Princess of Scots.
By birth alone, I won the grandest lottery imaginable. A royal lineage. A gilded palace. A future written before I could form words.
They say that on the night I was born, the northern lights flooded the skies of Scots and lingered there for three months, as though nature itself had bent to acknowledge the arrival of a divine blessing, the god's reward to the royal house that had long served god and kingdom with piety and order.
