In the middle of night, after all her maid servants retired from their duties, she unsheathed her long crimson colored sword and started practicing with it, in an elegant and gracious way that marveled the one who spectatored the scene in front of them.
She flowed freely like the wind, her long, frilly white skirt made her look like an angel strolling in the courtyard, with each twist and turn.
Anyone would think she was just sword-practicing, but upon closer look, she was dancing to the tune of a deadly battle, becoming one with the sword, her eyes turned into deep purples, completely lost in her blissful moment.
When she twirled with her sword making a sharp and smooth cut in the air, A large warm hand grabbed her by the waist.
Her sword which could make a deadly attack to anyone nearby, was stopped by two fingers holding it in its place.
