**Antonia’s POV**
During the fight between me and duke Eleni, I look over my shoulder to check for my father. He is leading the royal guard troops to defend innocent people within the stateroom while knocking out one of the rebellions at the same time.
“Don’t let any harm come to our people! And don’t let any of the rebellion escape—”
“Your majesty, to your left!”
My father may spend most of his time doing paper works, but he still got it in him. He smoothly dodges the blow and swings his claymore sword out, cuts that man in half.
“Don’t worry about me. Take care of the wounded!”
“Yes, sir!”
That’s more like it, father. I smile at the corner of my lips when I’m sure that there’s nothing to worry about. For now, I should con
