"A warrior's weapon?" I said, puzzled. Mother just made a hmm sound, seeming interested.
"Relax, you're not meant to go to war with it, it is an antique," she explained, opening the box revealing a white bow. It was so beautiful and the craftsmanship on it was stunning...well-detailed lines and pattern, and the curves were well shaped, at the edges had white fur on it that called me to run my hand on them just to see how soft it was. A typical warrior's bow, was this really used as an antique? Then I must say their tradition was strange.
"I hope you like it, Lady Sylvia," she said in amusement tilting her head to the side as if waiting for my comment.
"It's very beautiful," I said breathlessly. "Yes, I do like it... Thank you, Princess Alice"
Her grin grows wider. "I'm glad you like it, Lady Sylvia"
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