Date : 10/9
Time starting : 4.08 p.m
Idea I am pursuing : 5-Senses Walk and Writing
Time ending : 4.29 p.m
"Not this time again, Father," Lina grumbled to herself. The room is quiet, excluded from the voices of living. It is past midnight, the only sound resounding is the wind knocking on the window hinges, begging to get in but to no avail. Plenty of luxury decorations adorned the room, so luxurious one can tell that the owner must be living a life of fortune. However, the scorning face of the only occupant in the room certainly reflect an emotion non other than displeasure.
Throwing away her crimson-red Scauvian dress on her bed, Lina proceeded to undress herself into something that eases movement. The dress was handcrafted by her handmaidens for today marriage meeting with another prince from a foreign kingdom. The soft texture of the fabric implies the amount of gentleness and care provided toward it. Still, toward the sole princess of Scauvian, such exaggerated piece of cloth resembles nothing more than a dead weight to her. Unable to nimbly move in such an outfit, Lina could only think of getting it off as soon as possible the moment she is forced to wear it.
Brandishing a gleaming, silver sword from one of her hidden chest, she held the blade close to her body which is now completely dressed in light armor Scauvian tunic.
"If that dragon is the reason why I must be forced to marry a man I do not even know, then I shall end it life by myself," whispered Lina. Grasping the hilt of the weapon, she tried swinging the dangerous object around, her motion of movement clearly not that of an amateur. In fact, a master swordsman would have realized her natural gift in swordmanship from a single glance.
"Grant thy strength and blessing to this lowly child of yours, o Miranda," Lina silently prayed to her goddess before inconspicuously scuttling off toward the dragon's lair.
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