It's been three weeks since I last went back to my palace and since then the maids bring us food when we are done fighting at dawn and afterwards I sleep with Julia in her bed at night, and not that sleep actually I was surprised she could be that dense but oh well!! right now;
PUNCH!! BLOCK!! PUNCH!! BLOCK!! CRACK!!
I have been fighting her ever since, normally you consider a beautiful blonde haired girl wearing a black prim dress innocent but oh!! well-- just now I learnt her punch movement, she lands a feint blow to the right jaw then I blocked with my left elbow, and then she goes for a gut punch hoping I lose my balance and then as I am falling I deflect it with my right punch locking fists as the sound of colliding our punches resounds in the garden of red roses as we both smile from our 18th draw.
"My dearest it seems you're getting better at analyzing and fighting your opponents and with that I think your ready for it," she walks towards the gun case that's displayed upon at the table and then;
She walks towards me with an unreadable expression as she breaks down on her analytical mind set of weapons,"... To tell you the truth dearest Aine - - I hate all weapons because they're the things that those Empire bastards used to dispose of my only family, my parents and I hate them so much but__"
She paused without a bit of emotion in her eyes as she looked at the object like cattle that needs to be obedient to their master and then, "We need weapons in order to survive and you need it to rebuild a better kingdom for your mother to rest - - you know her ghost looms around you wherever you go - - and you knew didn't you."
With a helpless smile on my face I simply looked at her as if I were in agony - - but I knew I had to be strong so I can," Yeah I know - - and that's why I need to become a better king for my kingdom even though - - am a selfish king that needs to be slain and some day--- I hope you'd put me out of my misery - - Julia."
I simply get the gun case in her hands and wave her a good bye without looking back at her sad expression as I hold this weapon of death--and the guilt it weighs is - - heavy.