Perplexia
Romance embellisher
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Princess Rosalynn Chambers sighed in great contempt as she received another lecture from her head counsel that she wasn't equipped to run the kingdom of Delsopherlies.
"You are but a girl, it is a mans job, and yours is to produce heirs." Count Webster scolded once again. "Unless you marry you will lose the kingdom to your cousin Peter. He is second in line. You know this, your time is running out. Three months left and that is all. Marry Prince Edgar, Calvin, Horatio, Rubenstein, any of them are sufficient suitors which would create a handsome alliance."
Rosalynn scoffed at him. "Prince Edgar, as the IQ of a tubular slitherer (worm), Prince Calvin thinks my name is Jocylynn, and Prince Horatio and Rubenstein, are old enough to be my grandfathers. I will hear no more from you of what my duties are. I am more aware of what the rules state then anyone.” Somehow she would have to either find a loophole, or find a husband she could tolerate.
Her parents had died in a carriage accident a year ago. She had taken over and bided her time. But now time was running out. Leaving the room she took one of the many secret passages down to the armory. She had a trunk that simply remained out of site that she unlocked with as much stealth as possible. She would show them all that she was as good as any man.
Placing on her suit of armor and tucking her long red locks up under the helmet she put the visor down. Her 5'8 Frame stood as tall as only a few of the men. In armor her curves of her 19 years were hidden. The only way it would be possible to tell she was a woman was for her to speak, or be unarmored.
Making her way to the stable she stepped up on the lift waiting for them to bring her a horse. This armor was heavy, but she would manage. With her sword holstered and a package of a few days supplies she set off. She was as skilled as any knight, and as brave as any man. She would show them by bringing back a dragons head. That was her quest, her mission, find one of the several scaled villains and slay him. Then they would have no choice but to step aside and over turn that silly rule that said she had to be a man.
Night came quickly and stopped her midway through the desolate forest. She was far enough away to lose some of this armor. She decided the legs and boot covers could go. It would give her more mobility on horseback. The trousers she wore were big enough to still help conceal her curves. It took her a bit to lose what she needed to. Placing the other items to the side she now looked for twigs to start a fire with some flint.
She built the fire up enough to keep the critters at bay. She refused to let her nerves get the best of her. One of the two suns rose waking her, the brighter orb of light trailing behind. Getting her helmet gauntlets and chest piece on she got on her horse and began again.
The islands were all connected. From the stories she had heard. Most dragons would burrow deep in the cave walls of volcanoes or mountains. So this is where she would start to look. She didn’t relish in the idea of killing one of the noble creatures. But the significance of it would allow her to stay in control of her kingdom. It didn’t seem as though she had a choice.
"You are but a girl, it is a mans job, and yours is to produce heirs." Count Webster scolded once again. "Unless you marry you will lose the kingdom to your cousin Peter. He is second in line. You know this, your time is running out. Three months left and that is all. Marry Prince Edgar, Calvin, Horatio, Rubenstein, any of them are sufficient suitors which would create a handsome alliance."
Rosalynn scoffed at him. "Prince Edgar, as the IQ of a tubular slitherer (worm), Prince Calvin thinks my name is Jocylynn, and Prince Horatio and Rubenstein, are old enough to be my grandfathers. I will hear no more from you of what my duties are. I am more aware of what the rules state then anyone.” Somehow she would have to either find a loophole, or find a husband she could tolerate.
Her parents had died in a carriage accident a year ago. She had taken over and bided her time. But now time was running out. Leaving the room she took one of the many secret passages down to the armory. She had a trunk that simply remained out of site that she unlocked with as much stealth as possible. She would show them all that she was as good as any man.
Placing on her suit of armor and tucking her long red locks up under the helmet she put the visor down. Her 5'8 Frame stood as tall as only a few of the men. In armor her curves of her 19 years were hidden. The only way it would be possible to tell she was a woman was for her to speak, or be unarmored.
Making her way to the stable she stepped up on the lift waiting for them to bring her a horse. This armor was heavy, but she would manage. With her sword holstered and a package of a few days supplies she set off. She was as skilled as any knight, and as brave as any man. She would show them by bringing back a dragons head. That was her quest, her mission, find one of the several scaled villains and slay him. Then they would have no choice but to step aside and over turn that silly rule that said she had to be a man.
Night came quickly and stopped her midway through the desolate forest. She was far enough away to lose some of this armor. She decided the legs and boot covers could go. It would give her more mobility on horseback. The trousers she wore were big enough to still help conceal her curves. It took her a bit to lose what she needed to. Placing the other items to the side she now looked for twigs to start a fire with some flint.
She built the fire up enough to keep the critters at bay. She refused to let her nerves get the best of her. One of the two suns rose waking her, the brighter orb of light trailing behind. Getting her helmet gauntlets and chest piece on she got on her horse and began again.
The islands were all connected. From the stories she had heard. Most dragons would burrow deep in the cave walls of volcanoes or mountains. So this is where she would start to look. She didn’t relish in the idea of killing one of the noble creatures. But the significance of it would allow her to stay in control of her kingdom. It didn’t seem as though she had a choice.