Warrior in Doll's Armor.

A lady is not a warrior, nor is she a maid. A lady is simply that; a lady. To be of noble birth is a privilege, so they say. Is it wrong to long for more? I know my station. That is, the position my mother wants me to uphold. But why is it my heart longs for the patriotism of another kind?

Alexandrian nobles are all the same. I don't understand how such arrogant individuals earn such respect. I shall respect them though. For that's what I am suppose to do. It doesn't matter what my heart says or wants. My mother is a lady, therefore, I must be one also.

But while Mother is sleeping, I can be what I want. During this time, I can be me.

That's why I am here, gazing up at the beautiful castle walls as the moonlight casts its' bewitching glow. I want this; to serve, to fight for, and earn my honor.

My father did this. I remember eagerly watching him train. He was a wonderful knight. Not the greatest, but by far the most loyal. Sometimes, he would let me train with him. I remember the first time I grasped a wooden sword. My eyes widened with excitement, and I gave the toy a few test swings, enjoying the sound of slicing air. He taught me, under the shadow of Alexandria's towers. Mother didn't mind then, but now that he has departed, she won't let me even examine his last gift to me; Save the Queen.

I shouldn't disobey my Mother's wishes, but the sword has such an allure about it. When I hold it, it feels like it is a part of me. Without it, I feel like something is missing. I love observing the odd markings on it. Most find it strange, and unusual. I find it beautiful.

I sigh, and close both my eyes for a moment. I miss my father. He would often times tell me stories about his brave adventures. My favorites where about the kingdom of eternal rain; where the rodent-like people dwelt in castles that looked beautifully melancholy.

How I wish to go there. It sounds like an amazing place. Unfortunately, I have never set foot outside the town gates. I am too young to travel alone, and Mother won't go anywhere. Her life belongs to this town. She is an Alexandrian noble woman, therefore, so am I. I am a lady. Not a warrior, nor an adventurer. I am simply a lady.

I wonder if it is possible to be the best of both worlds. Why can't a lady serve her kingdom in battle? I can't see what's so wrong with it. Where is the disgrace? I want to protect my land. If that idiotic Steiner can, than why can't I?

I am afraid that if a ponder any more about the things I want, I shall highly disappoint mother. So here, I shall sit and simply dream. Maybe one day, I can break these shackles that keep me hesitant. For now though, a dream is enough.