Beautiful Pain

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 9

She was drunk. I know it didn't mean anything...but why did a part of me wish that it did?

Ever since i've got to know the real her, I felt special that I was the only one who knew what she was really like when she wasn't being stubborn, mean, serious...the list goes on.

I don't want to think farther in these thoughts. If I do something about what i'm feeling within me, it might ruin everything.

It's been a couple of days since then. I have been avoiding her which was easy because she usually spends all or her time in the practice room. She barely even leaves the Empire.

I suddenly reminiscense of something I asked Rumia one day. Not too long ago.

"Why do you practice swordsmanship so much?"

She has already reached the limit of being unremarkable. Her skills are something else. There's nothing more she can teach herself.

"You know your whole life doesn't have to be revolved around wielding a sword."

I almost backtracked my words as I remember Silas had told me those exact same words once. I want to be useful to Silas so badly that when we're out on a mission, I never let go of my sword. Ever.

"My mother was a swordswoman." She tells me, bluntly & with a smile as if she's remembering her presence near. "She only wanted to train. She never wanted to get married...her sword skills were so powerful. Nothing could stop her when she held her sword. She was known as the War Hero 'The Scarlet Queen of the battlefield'."

She takes in a deep breath & looks up at me. "She met my father at war. He was apart of the other nation. She spared his life...and that moment was the greatest descision she ever made...because despite the fact that they despised eachother, they shortly fell in love after."

Rumia lifts up her sword from sharpening it & looks deep into the reflection of the blade. "I want to be just like my mother. I want to fight in war & fufil her duties."

I get it now. I've heard so little about her mother but from the things I did hear, they were all good things. Tragic how an illness stopped her from pursuing what she wanted in life. I remember hearing the story. So many people died on the battlefield. So many of her soldiers didn't make it home...because she, was on her death bed. She must have felt so guilty.

I put my hand on her shoulder, giving her a genuine smile. "I think it's great that you share the same interests with her."

"You think so?" She asks, tilting her head & I nod. "Of course. Who else better to finish what she started than you?"

She laughs. "I sure hope I can fufil her dream."

I never thought about why she trains so hard & now that I know the reason, i'm sort of happy. She's continuing a legacy. It's nice to think of it as that.

"And you will." I respond.

We both look at eachother for a few seconds in what feels like minutes. Our eyes attached, our smiles in sync.

It didn't take long until Rumia rises up from Embarrassment.
"Okay. Enough of the sappy talk."

She points her sword & grins at me. "You came here for a lesson right?...then I shall teach you the best today."

I chuckle & rise up as well, pulling out my sword. "And that, you shall."

...

I can't believe I thought about that memory now of all times. It's moments like that I felt I got closer to her. She was slowly starting to open up to me little by little, since the moment we first met.