Helen and Papa watched the soldiers march past their town, all armed with dangerous metal that would guarantee swift kills. Helen watched in admiration at the Prince who was leading the troop. He looked so sure of his steps, confident and assured of himself. Helen squinted her eyes to get a better look at him but his face was shadowed by the hood of his cape. She did note the white mask that he wore. It stood out from the rest of his black clothings, it gave his face a softer look. Were Royalties even allowed to look soft?
The Prince's troops marched out of the town swiftly, probably heading to the battle nearby to fight against another empire's army.
One day, I could fight too. Helen thought to herself.
"Helena! Come here and help Mama!" Friska called out from inside the house.
Glancing back at the shadows of troops for the last time, Helen went back home to assist her mother with the laundry.
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RomanceAn exiled Prince and a battle-trained spy, off to take revenge against the Mighty King of the realm. What could possibly go wrong? Everything. _________________________ The shadow Prince, the dark lad, exiled for murder and was sent away just to be...
