Queen Armani has lived in the North Mountains here entire life, her Father Björn chose her as his heir immediately after seeing the pure white of her coat. The white coat is believed to be a direct gift from Fenrir himself, she has been loved ever since. Even when The King of the Mountain Björn succumbed to the same illness of insanity his Father before him. Whilst many plotted to drive the bloodline out of the Northern Mountains, most could see that underneath her aggressive nature and scars from battles she threw herself into, she had a good and gentle heart.
The aggression and violence of the White Princess was reserved solely for enemies of Fenrir’s Blood. Within the pack she was gentle, kind, and incredibly loving. Often taking in orphaned pups that had often had no other chance at survival.
When the time came, her loyalty to the Pack was put to the ultimate test. The biggest threat to her own people was her own Father, King Björn. So, whilst the rest of the pack plotted painful deaths for him. She padded into the King’s chamber within the cave and crushed his neck herself.
The White Princess emerged covered in blood and broken, the pain crushing her heart. The pack now bowed, any questioning of the bloodline overshadowed by the Princess’ bravery that night. However, she was no longer a Princess.
That night the the wind was filled with howls repeating one phrase over and over that echoed through the mountains, the wind carrying it far into other lands.
Long live the White Queen.
