A golden child since the moment she was born, Bexley’s childhood was entirely sunshine and riches, filled with the constant, doting over-affection and under-discipline of her parents, the immediate respect and worship of those that lived in her homeland, and, best of all, the built-in partner in crime of her brother, Laszlo. Being younger and a girl, Bexley was coddled intensely. Provided with jewels, attention, and whatever else her heart desired, the time she spent at home was blissful. As the only princess of a family who was well respected and brimming with royal blood, Bexley’s naturally sweet personality was instantly spoiled. The only princess of a well-respected family absolutely brimming with royal blood, it was hard not to get sucked into the rich-kid black hole, and Bexley let herself fall into a lazy, hedonistic lifestyle. But the highlight of her days always remained her brothers. Laszlo and she would go off on day adventures through the mountains, wreak havoc on the other kids, avoid the lessons that would eventually be pushed on them as they learned to become royalty.
At a little past two years old, her world started to dissolved. It took quite a while for her to notice, as at that point she was still extremely sheltered and stubborn enough to see only what she wanted to. But eventually, the unrest of the common kingdom - one she had considered entirely separate from her perfect family - began to bleed into her life. Her parents held hushed arguments; jewels went missing from their stash; Laszlo was taken from her more and more, in order to attend emergency meetings and attempt to grasp his place in politics. Alone for the first time, Bexley’s hedonism ran as rampant as ever, but with no one to go to she became secluded and bitter, finding the sharp, angry side of her personality that had been missing previously.
And then the climax: people were angry. Bexley had no idea, had only just learned what it felt like for her, couldn’t possible imagine the rage of the common people and the vendetta they held against her family. The Briars were perfect in Bexley’s head, but the citizens they lorded over suffered for their greed and pride, lacking in resource and community due to Bexley’s father’s inane control over them. Hundreds of years of Briar tyranny had leached their homeland dry. Families had been split, commoners imprisoned for simply disagreeing with the king, slaves taken and heirlooms stolen, and people were tired of it. With the leaders of the revolution knowing there was only one way to end the Briar lineage, Laszlo was executed.
Bexley took a look at the body of her beloved brother and knew instantly that there was nothing left for her. Her parents would be dethroned and her riches taken, her status stripped, her pride run over. She had one chance to leave - start over, and be worshipped properly. Despite everything, her confidence had not wavered and she still felt the presence of her royal blood. It needed to be recognized, but it surely wouldn’t by these people. Stealing away in the middle of the night without a word to her parents, Bexley steeled her resolve and found her way to lands unknown, Novus, where she has begun to plan and plot her return to glory.