"Kassandra, you cannot do this. I forbid it!"
The King's voice rang out with such authority that one might have thought had actually had some semblance of power. Yet he was not sitting on his throne, he was not addressing the assembly, he was not even speaking to one of the representatives which now lead his government. Instead he stood opposite his eldest daughter, sitting patiently in a comfortably in a plush chair.
Situated perfectly in one of the Royal Palace's many studies. "Father, please."
Kassandra's voice was soft, reasonable.
This was not a decision she made lightly, not a choice she had fallen onto in a whim. The Princess had considered this for a long time, before she had returned from AlthHaven in fact. She knew what it was she was doing, and she knew exactly how hard it would be. A small smile touched her face as she reached over, gently touching the King's hand.
"We need this." She told her father. "We are not above the law. I might have escaped the Academy, but this? It is only right."
The King looked at his daughter, his only daughter. A long sigh escaped him, his head shaking. "Our family once bred warriors. Soldiers, Generals, Dreadlords."
Kizzie had insisted, but her fathers voice had been so quiet. So desperate.
"But...I've...I've never had much. You, all of you, are the only thing I have. I do not want to put my burdens upon you, I never have, nor will I. I am the King. My fathers put us here, but understand. Without you, without Lynu and Wilhelm. I truly am nothing."The Mountains of FelDraza
Her father's words echoed inside of her mind as she pulled the blanket a little bit tighter around herself. Her entire body shivering violently as the biting cold snapped against her form. She cursed herself for being such a fool, for making the choice she had, for ever deciding to be where she was right now instead of embracing the luxury and comfort of her life.
A voice barked out from behind her, and almost immediately Kizzie snapped out of the small trench and to her feet.
Her entire body went rigid, remembering the drills she had received only a month prior in basic training. A salute snapped out from her almost involuntarily as the Sergeant stepped up to her position. His hound like eyes searching over the Princess and her drab uniform. Lips curling as he saw the girl shiver against the cold.
"Oh, I'm sorry Princess. Did I wake you up from a nap?"
"N-no Sir." Kassandra quivered. Reminding herself, somehow, that she was more than a Princess. That she had graduated basic training, that she was a private in the Anirian Guard. That she had chosen this extra training. "J-just trying to get warm."
The Princess spluttered out, trying her best to keep her teeth from chattering.
"Oh, fantastic. I can help with that. Patrol. Meet the others on the south trench. Understood?"
A groan was suppressed, her head dipping in a quick nod as she leaned down and scooped up her bow from the foxhole. "Y-yes sir."
She stammered, not even attempting the argument of special treatment as she headed towards the appointed meeting place. Kassandra knew there was no wiggle room, and wouldn't have taken it if there was. That was why she was here, why basic training hadn't been enough. She was the Princess of Vel Anir, but she was here to prove just what that meant.