Deep inside a dungeon, a man peeked his head into one particular cell. He's supposed to be the guard on duty at the time, however he failed his job the moment he allowed a certain young girl to force her way inside. She just stood there, staring down at something.
A snoring sound was heard.
At her feet was the prisoner the soldiers reported the other day. Her crimson eyes had nothing but disgust and her snow-white skin flushed red from how furious she got.
The youth just continued playing dead. This time however it wasn't by any means his fault. He is fast asleep after all; that's the only thing one could do once they find themselves down there.
The girl stared daggers at him, her anger growing by the second. Obviously, she shouldn't expect him to awaken when she has yet to say or do anything, but she still is a woman, and some unreasonable demands are in her nature. Her hand reached for the rapier at her waist and with the last ounce of patience used she drew the thin blade.
The first stab made the snoring stop.
When no response was heard from him, she stabbed him another three times.
"OKAY! Okay I'm awake already!" the youth jumped to his feet as he yelled, but the angry look on her face scared all the words back into his mouth.
"You, what were you thinking?" said the girl.
"I'm… not really sure what you mean" the youth replied, his eyes descended to the bottom left avoiding hers.
"Really? Then a few more holes should help you remember" she raises her thin blade preparing to stab him again draining all the blood from his face.
"No! No! No! Wait! I said wait! I was drunk, okay? I was drunk!"
"Don't you dare lie to me! Everyone knows you can't get drunk!" the girl stabbed him once, then twice and didn't stop at trice.
Outside the cell the random prison guard listened to the youth screaming with a blue face. "Scary!" was all he thought. And who wouldn't? someone is getting metal run into them inside that cell.
"Do you know how much trouble you caused father? Not to mention me having to come all the way here, bowing my head and apologizing to the marquis…" The girl tightened her grip on the hilt, "maybe I should stab you some more…"
"Please don't" he said, backing away a few steps just to have his back against a wall. "I have a good reason-"
"He probably insulted your hair, right?" Heaving a long sigh, she held a hand to her brows trying to calm her anger.
The girl was named Anemone Lionheart, a noble as well as the daughter of Marquis Lionheart. She is still seventeen but showed abilities many her age lacked, handling responsibilities only shouldered by adults. Her father saw it fit for her to represent him in occasions like this; that speaks of how much trust he has in her.
Being a Lionheart, she inherited her father's radiant crimson hair, together with her mother's outstanding beauty; a lot of nobles had their eyes on her. But no one dared to take that step, as the Lionheart household had a rather fearsome watchdog.
"Sieg… it wouldn't hurt to be more careful when handling such things. You know how much I hate to use your papers."
The youth scratched his head.
"I know, sorry…"
"I'm happy you came back for my graduation, but couldn't you do it a little more... quietly?"
"Sorry…"
The girl sighed again and turned toward the exit; her silky hair tied in a really long ponytail swaying behind her. "Anyway, get your equipment," sliding her sword back into its sheath she told him "you got work to do."
"Eeeh! But I just came back!" the youth protested, and the girl unsheathed her sword again. His lips were sealed shut the next moment. The ease by which she handled him left the guard speechless. After nearly splitting their captain's head apart, the youth broke the rest of the knights beyond recovery, paid his bill then walked into the prison cell all by himself. It was like a traveler finding the perfect spot to spend the night.
His name is Siegfried. The strange way his hair gathers in a sharp peak that seems to point in the same direction no matter from where you see it had become a complex to him and whoever dares to point out its strangeness suffers greatly. Granted the gift of immortality, he is an eternal.
"Bye, random prison guard who we probably won't ever meet again. "He is an existence feared by many, and more than usual in the past few years. The prison guard looked at his back, eyes full of disgust.
"Damned eternal."