She stood in the training grounds, her sword held firmly in her hand. Sweat on her forehead as she practised with precise movements.

Fellow knights were watching her, their eyes filled with a mix of affection.

She knew that her popularity was mainly based on her appearance, but she refused to let it define her.

After training, she made her way to the castle. As she walked through the halls.

She heard a familiar voice calling her name. She turned to see you rushing towards her.