End of the Duel

Hey everyone! I'm writing this because Crown Duel is one of my favorites, and I think it's time I contributed something to this fanfic section since it's pretty popular and there are only around 17 stories so far. I don't own Crown Duel or any of Sherwood Smith's characters so don't sue. Oh, and if you've read the short story by Sherwood Smith in the end of the Firebird edition of the book, please ignore it. I totally thought it was out of character and weird. So, here goes...

Default Chapter- I sighed as I set my book down on the shelf next to the memoirs of great kings and queens of the past that I admired. I wondered if anybody would ever pick up my book, read it, and regard me as a hero. To somebody who used to be a barefoot countess like me, the thought was rather amusing. Then again, Vidanric seems to think that I am destined to be a part of great events.

I was relieved to have finished my account of my story. Mostly, I wrote it because I feared that if it were to be accounted by scribes, my story would become contorted or exaggerated for effect. Who knows? Future generations could end up thinking that I was a tall, grand fighter that beat the short and scrawny Galdran in a duel to the death, and promptly beat 40 wagons single-handed. The image is quite tempting, but then again, it could end up nasty. The safest way would be for me to write my own account.

As the bells for third-gold started ringing, I hurried to the king and queen's quarters to change into my court gown.