Ella, or Ellanore to most had always gotten her way. She was the youngest daughter of the Royal family, in fact, she was their only daughter. 5 brothers paved the way before her, 5 brothers who showed her how to climb trees, how to draw a bow, hold a sword and even tackle a man to the ground. Though her mother and her hand maidens taught her other things, like how to play instruments, sing, sit properly at dinner, sew, hold ones tongue and all the other things she found utterly boring. Of course, her eldest brothers wife had also shown her things, things that makes ones marriage easier, that placate men, make them more loyal.

She was spoilt, by her older brothers, by her parents, they doted and gifted her with their attention, love and gifts. Her parents were killed in an ambush when she was 15, believed to be their enemy to the East, a barbaric people, dark skinned, wearing cloth around their heads and bare chests. That was how the war started. She was now just 18, their king had made a deal, a promise, one that Ellanore was not happy about in any way... One that her brothers had given her the "choice" of, but truly it was simple. Marry him, or the war continues. Despite her self-centred nature at times, Ella was not cruel, if her suffering would save even one innocent...

Petite, standing only 5'5, her slender form held bountiful curves, ones that all her sisters in law were jealous of. Her large breasts required specially made undergarments to support them, her slender, tiny waist, flared out into rounded hips that men knew would rear strong children. What stood out the most was that, even for her people, she was pale. Her skin as white as snow, her hair seeming to glisten like starlight, pink lips and light blue eyes standing out upon her beautiful face.