The Princess Knight

Chapter 6

Maxon shoves me down to ground and whips out his sword.

"Maxon I can help-" I start.

But he's gone into the battle and I suddenly feel helpless again. Voices go through my head

You are royal. A princess!... Your Mother died because of her foolishness!....Childish fantasies.

At that point I know there's no reason for hiding my feelings in my dream. It's the only way to save my father. I feel something growing in my chest. And my vision goes black for a second I feel a hum of power...Magic. When my vision clear I feel a familiar weight in my hands. My sword. And I stand in an outfit of a swordsman. I run into battle heading in the direction of my father. Many of the enemies try to intercept my pursuit but I immediately click and I fight back. It's the same complicated dance Id been doing for weeks it was so familiar and so perfect. Around me, some guards and lords try to intercept the men, these rebels. I reach my father and I shout,

"Don't you dare hurt him!"

"And who are you, young lad, that dares challenge me?"

I hesitate in my answer before replying confidently "I am the Rose Knight, If you do not unhand the king then I will have to take drastic measures."

The man bursts into laughter.

"Then try and best me in a duel" He unhands my father, who is quickly recaptured.

We start to circle one another and I size him up I have an advantage he's tall and heavy so he has to be slow on his feet my smallness makes me faster. The hall has fallen silent and all the fighting has stopped. Suddenly he runs at me and slashes his sword through the air. I dodge his attack and counter quickly our swords collide with a loud clang.

"I commend you on your boldness, young lad, but I assure you, you can't beat me in a fight I suggest you yield now"

We separate, before running back at each other. We go on like that till he swings high and I slide down on my knees cutting his legs, causing him to drop his sword. I have my sword at his necks in seconds. He freezes it's so silent you could hear a pin drop.

"Yield," I say.

"No man has ever bested me," he says quietly, as he falls to his knees, his eyes wide.

"And yet I am no man," I say. The whole hall gaps. My father's eyes widen as he realizes it's me. I take off the hood and mask. There's another collective gasp as the people see it's me. At first, I feel tentativeness but then I feel satisfaction. I don't care how they feel. I might be a princess but I just bested a man who is probably trained in a duel. I sheath my sword and call for the guards.

I walk to my father and help him up. He looks ready to blow but I stop him.

"Father, I don't care anymore, this is my destiny and my mother's legacy, so I'll follow it, whether you like it or not."

He looks at me before nodding stoically. He knows there's no arguing and I turn to the people. And smile. I'm free.