Bitter rejection

So the sons marched with there followers out to war...as tradition held...the sons fought first...the battle was fierce...the evil son fought unfairly...had hidden archers pierce his brothers armor...soon they were both near death...a truce was declared to remove them from the field....the good son lay unconscious... The evil son...wounded less...but unable to move...screamed for his slaves to kill the six ladies...the evil slaves marched forward...the six stood strong...around there sire...but they had no chance...still they stood faced sure death for one they had submitted all too...just as all seemed lost...the air was filled with thunder...horsewomen poured over the hill as a wave upon the shore...Valkyrie from the Norse to aid there sisters...the slaves froze... Seeing there Master unable to move...unable to force there actions...they dropped there weapons and fled....the kind son seeing this was moved to tears... Such trust...such honor...true submission...yielding such power...so he rose...took the hand of the meekest lady...he placed his fathers crest on a chain of pure gold...then placed it upon her neck...And she was Queen...one who gave all...submitted fully to another...who better knew power... And the trials misuse of power led to...in giving of herself... She gained true strength...