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Ara stood within her castle window, watching her guards train within her castle grounds. It had been six years since her parents death and she had become cold within her heart that nothing phased her, not even when she had to enter battle. She would take in the scent of fear from those who didn't wish their lives taken by her magic and blade. She didn't feel any of those emotions that those fools did because dealing with her duties is the only thing that kept her going everyday. She pushed away from the window and walked down the corridor toward her staircases while her black long hair flowed behind her while she moved, hearing her heels click on the marble floors. She heard someone heavily breathing as she stopped a few feet away from her staircase as she sniffed the air into her lungs, smelling her loyal butler, James, nearing the top of the stairs. She heard him murmured a curse as he moved forward and turned toward his Mistress's bedchamber.



Ara came out from the shadows and surprised him as she had watched him take a few steps back. "Ah Pardon me, My lady. I came to tell you news from the village," he said as he straightened his form, looking at her. He could tell that his Mistress wasn't in the best of moods. He's known that for years she had closed all of her emotions to anyone who'd come close to her. He was lucky that he would stay in her employment after what had happened.