"I'm sorry father but freedom is my desire and no one can cage me, not even the orders of oracles. I'm the master of my own destiny!"
Hestia wrapped her fingers around the long iron stem of the glass and before gulping the potion, which had absorbed the purplish aura which her body radiated and changed into purple from red. Hestia paid her greetings to the king and preferred the freedom over the title of the 'chosen one', the young lady gulped the magical liquor in one go.
"Phew! Hopefully it would work!"
Unsure about the results she wiped off the liquor from her lips, which were tinted with sherry lip rouge. Hestia was still holding the glass, precisely the huge cup in her hand when a feeble knock at the door pricked her ears.
"Princess Hestia, it's Master Valos at your service, your highness."
A polite yet thunderous voice of Master Valos accompanied the gentle knock, which was specific and associated towards that old man.
