She did not ask for it, nor did she want it. But she accepted it, and took to practice. Fate chose her, in more ways than one... ~ Hidden behind the trees and tall bushes, he watched as she walked towards shore. Her dark wet hair sheilded her as a covering. Droplets of water running down her body, rushing back into the lake as if it were a sin for such a simple element to be touched by her. Sunlight reflecting off her golden skin, illuminated by the water soaking her whole. Like a mythical siren, her hair covered her chest and clung to her- He quickly turned before he saw more, in respect of her privacy and dignity. This was not in any way proper, especially a knight known to be noble.
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