Princess

Once upon a time, there was a little state, nothing much more than a city and some strategically useful real estate surrounding it. A favorful position in trade made it profitable and strong for its size. At least until its then Ruler decided that simply administrating was not suited to his being and started a campaign to conquer the surrounding states, attempting to build his own small empire just for the heck of it. Not so much for the power, but for the thrill of conquest and battle.
Finally, said Ruler was overthrown by his own daughter, stabbed in the back in fact. Under her new rule, peace became the norm again and the next generation was born into a bright future.

…Daddy Conqueror wasn’t going to have that!

Thrown into the Underworld as Ghost, he quickly found his way to the Court of the Deathlord TBD (Probably either Mask or Fluffy) and worked his way up. By the time his eldest grandchild began to enter adolescence he had enough influence to petition his new liege and he had a pitch.

His grandchild, he was certain, had inherited not his peaceful daughter’s temper but his own lust for battle and mortal contest, but unable to express it due to her mother’s strong insistance on raising it as peaceful as possible. So, he asked his liege, wouldn’t it be interesting to see what it’d do if that restraining influence was taken from it. For example, by throwing an Exaltation at it and see what happens?

It is unknown if this argument alone swayed the Deathlord or other factors played a role in his decision. It is only known that one day everything was fine…and come nightfall the entire royal palace became a slaughterhouse. By the time loyal Deathknights arrived to retrieve their new comrade, they found a blood splattered girl, hands on the throat of a dead soldier and a smile as she stood over the corpses of her house guard and said „I always wanted to see if I could do that.“

As she was taken back for training, all seemed well. A new death knight to serve TBD and her grandfather rising in esteem. Alas, it was not meant to be. Because the newly christened Triumphant Soulsteel Princess delivered her two weeks notice just after her initial training finished. She did it by, in this order, help herself to her liege’s armory, have her grandfathers ghost turned into Soulsteel for a new weapon and then fight her way out into the wide world, only leaving behind a note that she had been shackled by the designs of another before and would never again.