"No way!" Freya cried as she looked unto her father with her whimpering eyes. She stood frail with her red hair dispersed while her medieval silver tiara crown remained out of place.
"How disdainful!" Her father exclaimed as he raised his first finger adorned with gold rings towards her daughter.
"You weren't brought up to oppose my will and pursue your futile way of life. Such a disgrace!" His voice resounding the entire hall. Fortunately, there wasn't anyone around besides them.
"Father, please!" She muttered with a pitiful voice.
A few seconds later, she fell on her knees while tears continued to burst out from her eyes. Her pale-blue satin court dress could be spotted with wet patches- definitely from her tears. She laid out her hands- showing her light complexion- in a thorough manner, reaching the tip of her father's cape.
"Never will I let you throw away our dignity" her father told her, pulling off his cape.
