The woman arrived in a rush, demanding to speak with the monarchs. The palace staff, caught off guard, only watched as she was escorted to the towering doors outside the throne room. Two guards in black uniforms accented with royal purple and gold stood motionless in front of her. Each held a polished sword, their eyes, as sharp as their blades, scrutinized the woman before them. Arms crossed tightly over her chest; the woman tapped her foot. This wasn’t her first time wait

The story of my first book idea and how it started, morphed and adjusted into the first book I will publish