---- mere fingers.

Thave defeated men triple my size with a single blow.

Thave never lost in my life.

How can he think that I will lose in life if I don't find aman and get married? You are wrong in this respect dad.

You have underestimated your daughter.

And one day I promise to you, that you will see it.

Twill make you Proud ---- eee Chapter 242 I stood in the cobblestone ground surrounded by the arched windows of the castle on my left side and the artificial lake on my right.

My delicate fingers were wrapped around the hilt of my new katana as I stare at its blade gleaming like liquid under the sun.

It wasnt just any blade.

Cut using 2000 layers of steel.

Its said to be the deadliest swords in history.

I seriously still cant believe that it was here.

Mine to claim and command.

It felt heavier than any of the swords I had ever held, and it only made my smile to widen.

I love a challenge, especially when the person Iam challenging is myself.

Gripping it tightly between my bandage wrapped.

fingers, I widened my stance and began the first kata as they call it.

---- The first strike A fluid series of strikes follow, slicing the air with a sharp hiss and I feel my long hair hair stirring behind me with the wind I pushed harder, faster, sharper against an unseen.

enemy, my blade clashes against nothingness and I feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

Damn I have missed this feeling.

L love this power, this freedom, this rebellion, this fearlessness ....that it brings along.

My feet move across the ground in a rhythmic pattern, as I shift my weight.

Skillfully shifting from one stance to another.

My brows were furrowed in concentration, sweat beaded down my temple and dampened my raven back hair.

With a flick of my wrists, I spun the katana threw it in their air and shifted hands A warrior has no weak hand.

Both should be capable to bring down the enemy alone.

---- eee = Dads words during one of my initial trainings repeat in my mind and I smirk, successfully taking the katana in my left hand and slicing an invisible enemy with it.

I maybe a Princess by birth but I don't cut silk and.

sew gowns.

I slice flesh and stitch wounds.

I don't use colours to draw paintings.

I sputter blood on the ground and make it my canvas.

Your lefi hand is too high.

A deep voice echoed from behind me and my grip faltered as I froze.

Dad I didn't even hear him approach.noveldrama

He never makes a sound when he doesn't want to be noticed.

Just like a true predator.

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