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Seven: A Self-Saving Damsel
When she had chosen to wield a sword, Olivier had admired the deadly beauty in which it was made; blade, hilt and guard as one. She had taken in the fairy-tales of princes who galloped to the fair maiden's rescue, blade on their hip and feather in their hat, always wondering why said 'fair maiden' didn't protect her own integrity rather than waiting for some poncy man wearing tights and a tunic to do it for her. Olivier vowed that someday she would get trapped in a high tower purely so she could fight her way out on her own.