Part 5
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The scourging night turned around and light finally gave way, signaling for all to rise and shine. The excitement in the city was unparalleled as they would see not just a duel between knights, but they would see an icon, a horror tall incarnate that has come to face them head on.
Princess Sasha was a well-known knight across the lands, and all those who had the privilege of seeing her fight would testify that she was among the best swordsmen that they have ever seen.
Sasha rose from her bed, and made way toward a bowl that contained water. She cupped her hands and splashed water against her face as she sighed looking at her own reflection in the bowl.
She made way toward the armory, and along the way, all who saw her hailed her in salute. They were proud of her bravery, yet they couldn't hide their worried ace all that well. Sasha knew that one man could not sleep well that night, and that would be the King, her father.
She was proud, and as she began to wear her armor piece by piece, she began to pant, as tears began to form deep within her eye sockets. She fought to hold them back, but couldn't stop them from running down. She let out another scream as she picked up her sword. “Damnit old man!”
“Sasha?” a voice said, as a person barged inside the armory.
Sasha turned towards the man that had just entered. “Father . . .” she mumbled and then frowned.
“Look at you, my beautiful daughter,” Felix said as he took a few steps toward her.
“Don't come any closer!” Sasha shouted.
Her father was taken back by her words, he couldn't make much of them. “Why is it that you hate me so much for worrying about you?”
“I know, Roger told me everything, how you tortured and brutalized another man's wife in front of him. I know what you have done,” she said.
Felix felt a chill run down his spine. He paused for a moment. “Sasha . . . don't believe everything you hear about me, listening to mere gossip is beneath—”
Felix was interrupted as Sasha drove her palm against his cheeks. “Don't lie to me. You owe me at least that much.”
Felix froze where he stood, he simply gazed upon the hand that had struck him. He took a deep breath. “I did what needed to be done. You think weakness keeps peace at bay? It is fear that rules the heart of men. You'd do well to remember that.”
“But at what price?” Sasha said before her voice broke. “If we are going to rule our people with fear, then I'd rather not rule them at all.” She began to pant heavily. “Damnit dad! You tortured someone and killed his wife!”
“I had nothing to do with it. I did not do it.”
“You are a King!” Sasha shouted at him. “Whatever happens within your Kingdom falls under you and you alone,” she said before she took a deep sigh. “You have built your legacy on lies, and I want nothing to do with it . . .”
“Sasha . . .”
“No!” She balled her hands into fists. “I will defeat this . . . Darren or Dullahan as he became, but this will be the last time you see me father,” she paused to catch her breath. “I want nothing to do with you.”
Felix was unfazed by her words. He simply smiled a little. “I guess it cannot be helped. You have grown to be a better person than me Sasha, just know that I am proud of you.”
“Don't you get it? I am ashamed of being your daughter!”
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