I am born to be a princess

Previously

…Anya looked down at the obsidian stone in her hand, its cool surface a promise of something more. The fear was still there, a cold knot in her stomach, but it was now tinged with a flicker of defiance, a dawning awareness of a strength she had never known she possessed. She was a maid, yes, but perhaps, just perhaps, she was also something else. The truth, a truth she had only begun to glimpse, was about to unravel, and Anya, the omen child, the forgotten princess, was finally ready to face it. The fateful encounter had begun.