Chapter 5- The Blacksmith and the Merchant
"Yo."
The Pink Knight looked up at a shady guy wrapped up in thick cloth. And her? She was a normal peasant according to everyone else. She leaves and won't come back for days at a time. Not entirely normal, but certainly not a soldier. She is awful kind to them, and they respect her despite her only being eleven.
"Hi," the Pink Knight replied and combed her fingers through her disheveled hair.
The guy went up to her and whispered in her ear, "Pink Knight."
"What?"
He stepped back and smirked. "I'm an expert blacksmith, and I think you could buy some stuff from me."
"Like?"
"Swords."
"Of what sorts?"
"High quality. Some foreign metals."
"I'll check it out." She followed him out of the castle and into a thick forest. "Are you trying to kill me out here?"
"Nah, I don't want to kill a potential customer."
They reached a clearing in which sat an anvil tied to a large shack. Across was a huge wooden building that stood two stories high. "Here," he said and lead the Pink Knight into the shack. "I'm Samuel. And you?"
"I'm the Pink Knight." There were rows of weapons along the walls from hammers to axes.
"What's your real name?"
The Pink Knight stared at him with wide eyes. "You cannot know."
"I need the official name of my customers. It's confidential."
"You sure?"
"Of course."
The Pink Knight blinked a few times. "Rosanna Hearts," she murmured, wincing slightly.
"Okay, Rose. This is-"
"NO!" she shrieked and backed into the wall. Samuel was holding a large sword with two spikes protruding out the edges.
"What's wrong?"
"Not Rose... not Rose..." she hissed, holding her hair and starting to cry.
"What?"
"Don't call me Rose!"
"Why?"
"Zachary used to..." She wiped away her tears and yanked the nearest sword from the wall. She pointed it directly at Samuel's throat. "No Rose."
"O-Okay.."
She nodded and hung the sword back up.
"What sword would you like?" Samuel asked, clearing his throat.
"The heaviest, strongest, sharpest one you got."
He thought for a moment before disappearing into the shadows of the shack. The Pink Knight sat down and played with her hands for a while.
When he came back, the was dragging a wide sword with a thick handle. The blade was long and sharp, shiny and new.
"I should touch it up, huh?" Samuel said, scratching the back of his neck. "It's a bit too heavy."
"It's perfect," she whispered and stood up, walking to it. He handed it to her.
She wasn't even affected by its weight. "I'll take it. How much?"
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