An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

Not the brightest tool in the shed

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There were not many things that Arisha did in a daily basis inside the comp-fines of her home Apart from the basic of things like....:

Awake from her beauty-sleep, get breakfast brought to her room from the kitchens by the maids, take a bath, be dressed by the maids, greet her parents, go take some tea, take a walk inside the gardens, play with her dolls, take some lessons of magic and swordsmanship which she hated.., go take a tea break, go out to play with her friends and her ladies in waiting, go take a walk towards the capital or the closest town, have her servants buy things for her, eat at a fine restaurant, return home, greet her parents once more and go to sleep after having her mother read her a story..

Not much really...and without much variation on it.

It was nice..

She liked for things to be as they are, not change for one reason or another, especially when she found no gratification on it.

However, this last few days she had been wandering where that familiar and beloved familiarity had gone..

She had trouble understanding what was going on anymore around her, let alone in her own house. Starting with the arrival of her step-brother, the surprising appreciation and favor her parents showed to him...and now..this?

She looked down onto the arena, her feet standing over a small box that had been offered to her by a servant so that she would not make a fool of herself when trying to witness what was taking place down below.

Who would have thought that she would be here in a regular basis now staring at the two things she liked the least

Swordplay....and her step-brother doing it.

When she had first heard why he was doing this, she had thought that she had heard wrong, that it was a joke from the servants that liked to exchange useless gossip. It was less amusing to see it actually be true, and that SHE was the last one to find out

She bit her lip, grimacing at the total disservice and shame of been caught so utterly unaware of the goings of her own home. For the love of the goddess and all that is holy, why NO ONE thought continent to tell her what was going on? She had wandered blind into..into...whatever this was a few days!

But if that was bad, it could not be compared with the fact that everyone had considered this turn of events as the most interesting attraction ever seen.

Why? What was so interesting of seen such...brutish show? Even her ladies in-waiting had been drawn here like a pack of ravenous mutts if only to catch a glimpse of the boy who was by now making a name of the unbeaten. Whispering and talking to each other like a bunch of brainless school girls each time he wiped the sweat from his face and his drenched clothes showed the body underneath

Perhaps she should get new ladies in waiting, something inside her felt bitter at the thought that outsiders could look at Koldarrd as if he were a piece of meat.

He was....complicated.

But he clearly was better than this harlots who could do nothing but droll at the sight of him. Truly, what they saw? She could barely notice anything from the distance and most often than not she had to abandon the box when someone came by to avoid looking even more foolish.

And with all the people now crowding around...that was more often than not.

Still, back to the matter at hand..if she was honest with herself, the fact that the boy had made such a ruckus about it and had put himself through all that ringer had made her question his sanity.