Princess Tamara gazed into the mirror in her large bed chamber. She was beautiful, by all accounts, stunning by some. She deep black hair contrasted greatly with her pale complexion. The princess began to braid her satin hair as she contemplated her present situation. Princess Tamara was the daughter of a powerful Emperor ruling a kingdom in tumoil and upon his death, being his sole heir, Princess Tamara would come to take the throne. Many people doubted Tamara's strenght, including her father. It was true that the princess did lack her father's fierceness. Princess Tamara longed for peace in the kingdom that she loved. Fierceness, Tamara lacked, strength, however, was another story. It was Tamara's heart that gave her strenght. In the same kingdom her father saw bloodshed and destruction Tamara saw hope. Hope for the future of her kingdom. Princess Tamara knew that though her people were divided and their blood was being spilled, through this her kindom would prosper. Her people would rise from the war and the bloodshed and bring peace to her homeland.