Reila is a court lady. Or rather, she should be. But even as the daughter of Lady Riana and Lord Stephan of Oalingbrooke, two of the most high-ranking nobles in the country of Irala, Reila is no ordinary young lady. She likes archery better than embroidery, riding better than knitting, and fencing better than sewing. And so our story begins...


Relia of Oalingbrooke sits in her dressing room, scowling as she brushs her brown hair to glistening perfection. The room iss quite small, and it makes her feel claustrophobic, but as she'll get off the ship soon anyway, it doesn't matter. Besides, claustrophobia is better than the reason she is docking in Corus Bay... to go to the palace... to MARRY?!? Gods, that is idiotic. Marrying is idiotic, being a lady is idiotic... Reila kicks her table and stubs her toe. She thinks, *this is sooo stupid...*
"Lady?" a man's voice calls, a sailor.
"Yes?" she replies.
"We're docking...."


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