This is another scar in Sarah's life. She laments over the loss of those who died for her in the war between her kingdom and Jacob's... She didn't want it, but she did nothing to stop it for a long while... She hates herself for it, but rarely speaks about it... Just a little stain in the back of her mind that haunts her dreams

If you haven't read any of my stories, this may be a bit of a mystery to you, so yeah... (Stories are adult, terribly sorry general audience)