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The front door to the courtyard of the palace opened, revealing a woman dressed in black, her long raven hair tied up with a brooch, which almost felt like a crown.
A few strands of her hair were stuck out, which fell on her forehead like curtains revealing her eyes, the fire burning in those black irises as she lifted her forehead was clearly visible. Sword held out in her hand, drenched in blood.
Streaks of sweat and blood were infused on her face, her face glowed as she stepped into the light of the palace, the flambeau just added to her beauty.
All the eyes averted at her, monitoring her every move, some in fear, some in astonishment and some simply in adoration, she climbed the stairs of the pavilion.
Straightening her back and shoulders as she now stood in the center of the stage, she changed the way of holding her sword, holding its blade downwards like a dagger in her fist.
She held out her other palm straight near her chest and joined the fist holding blade with it. With a smile she raised the gesture towards the king, above the level of her head, bowing her neck.