"They are saying that it's the elite training for the King's Guard but here we are again."
Said the girl who had pride inscribed into her every move and every detail of her face.
She wore her long hair in a high ponytail that was almost brushing against the floor when she was sitting in an elegant room far too pompous to be a canteen for recruits but served that exact purpose anyway.
She was one of the few youths gathered there for a meal while in the light version of complete enchanted armor.
Her helmet was to her right, blocking anyone from sitting next to her – but to her great displeasure her left side was vulnerable and it was a weakness that was exploited by the trash that still dared to call himself her fiance.
"Miriette, are you going to throw a tantrum over the food quality? We are in training for war, you can't expect everything served to you by a professional chef."
