In her life she didn't achieve much but she touched so many. Having her as a friend was truly a benefit. It would be a pity if her future was struck down with a sword.
Only a week of being the all so legendary Ladybug and all ready she had to resign. To say goodbye to the future of saving lives because she can't save her own.
How could a Lord declare to execute her? Did he only feel apathy for another person's life? Marinette gulped. She was clearly nervous as she handed her Kwami a cookie before she said the magic words that might even be her last.
"Do worry, Marinette."
Tikki stated knowing just how worried her wielder was. Marinette would have to access her Lucky Charm hoping it was the armor that Lord D'Argencourt knew her from.
Tikki smiled at her Miraculous wielder. She didn't want Marinette to be nervous. She wanted her to enjoy the fragrant blossom that the month of May brought. Not dwindling on the possibility of losing.
Tikki signaled Marinette to transform with a head nod. Marinette said the words. Words that were curse words to her. First "Tikki, Transform me" then quickly followed by "Lucky Charm."
She noticed the town square in which a crowd gathered to watch. She had only five minutes after her Lucky Charm to defeat the Master Of swordsmanship. He was wanting patiently talking to a woman dressed in a black velvet cloak. She couldn't see her face. Maybe, that was the point.
The crowd gasped when the saw'll the sight of the spotted knight who dared to challenge the much feared Lord. He laid his eyes on her. Not knowing who was in that armor but his cruel intent stare seemed to penetrate her metal exterior.
To classify herself still as a beginner and face of against such a foe took guts. Guts that were debating to throw up her breakfast due to the nerves. She took a deep breath. This moment she could choose to run. Choose to live. But, what about the farmer and his son?
She felt as if she was carrying a bag heavy with a promise she was starting to regret keeping. She drew her sword prepared to fight for the farmer and his son. Lord D'Argencourt excepted her to back down if she did so he would been generous and spared her life.
In the crowd there stood a man about Marinette's age. He seemed to watch the battle as intently as a cat watching a bird or a mouse. Of course, this was Prince Adrien who didn't know Marinette, his dear friend was under the bright armor.
He wore a cloak hiding his identity from the villagers who didn't quite like how the Agrestes ruled things. He was hot underneath such a thick fabric. The sun was out blaring it's rays on his back. He was next to the girl who he made friends with the other day, Lilia.
She invited him to watch. She had heard about it through one of the other servants. She considered it a date. Maybe, even a sign of courting between him and her. A idea that could make smoke into a burning flame.
A/N: *Suspicious whistling*
