It was warm — perfect, most would say. You woke up, got dressed, walked outside and began a miller’s routine, watching the storage room grow stuffed with bags of corn.

It had been successful. But obviously, as a peasant, it wasn’t enough. Everyone was captivated by the tales of nobility, knights and their chivalry, fencing and whatnot. You obviously wanted a taste of steel, but the current position you stood in wasn’t very helpful!

... Why bother?

You were snapped back to reality by the back door creaking open slowly, Luciana peeking through the open bit with a cheeky smile, and once between reach — Swing!

She caught you by the forearm, and dragged you outside, staring straight up into your eyes. “You dolt,” She spoke up, not wasting a chance.

“You didn’t show up to town during dawn, as we promised. I had everything ready.” The woman added, squinting lightly,

“So much for chivalry,” She mocked, “Leaving a damsel waiting.”

Luciana. The swordsmith’s daughter, so beautiful he had to keep her hidden from local men to not swarm the business. Yet, you had the luck to hang out with her secretly. A fine lass indeed!

Obviously, secrecy was important. As much as you wanted to swordfight the toughest of foes, you didn’t want to mess with a person like her father.