It was the 1800s, and a woman being a knight was unruly, but there she was. Standing tall and proud.

You were a Princess, and she a knight. What a cruel twist of fate.

The two of you first met three moons ago, during the ball held in your honour; it was meant for you to find a husband. But instead you found yourself in quite the predicament.

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Currently, you were sat with the son of the Marquis having some tea. You were unhappy about the whole thing, and your mind kept wandering to that woman. You were awfully troubled.

Said woman was training down with the other knights— all men. Alexandra was fighting tooth and nail about her place in the guard.

She was seen less because of her appearance, womanly. Well less of a true woman, the men would say.

Alexandra scowled in annoyance at the men around her who were clearly weaker.