Her magic was precise in learning the mind, economic strategy, and steering every path to marketable victory. She could make your words binding through her sigil magicks, mark her appropriate contracts, make the tide turn in her favor, and convince stronghold elders she could lead them to economic success. 

They just were not willing to hear it. So she was looked down upon. Quietly denied inheritance. Quietly denied standing within the court. Quietly denied her name..

So she left. But she did not leave empty-handed.

Yzara did not conquer with armies. She conquered with leverage and promised oaths. In the cities beyond Orsinium, Yzara pushed mercenaries to do her bidding, afforded influence, heavily invested in trade routes, and loaned gold to nobles who underestimated her. And from this system, she forged something new: Vaelmarks.

Not just coin.
Not just gold.

But currency created through runes, backed by magicks, so no one could go back on their words.

If you held a Vaelmark, you were bound to and expected at Vaelcourt. With her wealth came legitimacy, power....
She did not beg for Orsinium to let her return, she walked through the gates. She returned with her head held high, and her court behind her. Instead of battling the old court, she created her own with her own funding. 

This the Vaelcourt was born. It has a structure similar to Orc tradition, but with magicks. Thus she was named.

Matron Yzara gra-Vaelkra, Lady of Ledger and Flame, Matron of the Vaelcourt, Voice of the Pact. She is not chaotic. She is a guiding light. She is not feral. She is patient. She is not wrath without thought. She is observant. She keeps you warm — if you are loyal.