Isabel of House Rai couldn't believe this as she was lead through a massive camp by two armored women, wielding spears and shields. The kingdom is in chaos, her people scattered to the winds, and she herself captured, the Gods had played a cruel fate indeed for them all. The princess turned captive could only shake her head in disgust and shame. Neria, the homeland she loved, was tearing itself apart while suffering an invasion from the south by the fierce and ruthless Amazon army. If only her father, King Nazar had not died so soon in bed, he would've stopped all of this.
Instead, she had to watch ambitious fools like her siblings fight amongest themselves for the throne, leaving their nation open for outsiders to take advantage of. Isabel cursed them all sliently when she was escorted into an emerald tent. She was twenty years of age, standing at five feet and six inches tall, wearing a ruined purple cloak. Her skin was tannish like most of the Nerian people, with brown eyes, and the straight hair that reached to the shoulders was blue dyed as custom in the royal family. The torn cloak she wore only slighty hide her heatlhy and attractive figure when brought inside.
There in the center, Isabel spotted the Amazon warlord, Diara herself, a dark elven woman with sliver short cropped hair, wearing leather brown armor, sited upon an wooden, surrounded by dozens of officers and bodyguards in similar grab. With a grunt, Isabel was forced to her knees by the soldiers, before Diara who looked on with curiosity before saying.
"So you're the little Nerian princess I heard so much about lately. I been looking forward to this meeting."
"The feeling is not mutual, invader. Leave our land now so you won't suffer for this trespass." Isabel fired back, staring at the warlord in great defiance. She stood up, in further rebellion, causing the guards to knock her back down from behind. Clenching teeth, Isabel forced herself to the feet level again, suprsing most in the tent. Warlord Diara laughed, clearly amused with the captive's insolence and stopped the guards from striking her again with a raised hand.
"My, my the Nerian shows more coruage than her own men have done in battle so far. What do you think of this one, my dear?"
Said the warlord said turning toward her chief bodyguard and champion at her right hand.