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The sword was still in my hand. I made it dangle and showed it off. I have learnt that anyone who tries to hold it aside from me would face the consequences. I know what I was doing. The female rogue glared at me intensely. Just then my eyes turned to Elder Blake. He wasn't feeling okay to me.

In fact, his face was no other than a ghost. White, pale.

The rogue packed themselves to one side and I approached Elder Blake asking him if he was feeling well.

"Don't worry my dear. I am fine. You are doing so well. You are your father's daughter." He said and I did nothing but smiled.

"Do you need to rest. Please you can leave." I told him. I was not ready to lose him yet. Not now, not ever. I dont know what I will do if the only person left to me as a father lose his life all because of a war.

The rogue came for me.

"No, I can't."

"Watch out, your highness."

I was on guard. I gripped my sword tightly and turned back just when I was about to get attacked, I slashed the sword on rogue