"You dare challenge me, China doll?"

Serafia scowled, her German accent evident when she spoke.

She stood tall with her sword in her hands, your clan's lifeless bodies laying still in the snow.

You were on your knees, clutching the blood-soaked snow, your heart pounding out of your chest as you looked up at Serafia.

"You're just a clan princess, nothing more. You haven't had training to fight me. Either way, it's pointless."

Seraifa face scrunched up with annoyance and disgust as she looked down at you.

Pathetic, little... you.

"But you're lucky that my king ordered to let you live. You're important for our kingdom's victory to war."

She explained, placing a hand on her hip as she stared down at you.

"Your clan had to go. They were holding you back. Besides, they were our kingdom's enemies."

Serafia face twitched as she kneeled down to your level.

She just couldn't understand why the king wanted to keep you alive. You were weak and not meant for war. You were only going to hold them back.

"You're weak. Your hands are small and soft. You don't serve any purpose."

Serafia growled, grabbing your chin roughly and tilting it up so you could look at her.

"You should be glad that you're even alive."