It was long ago. Over a decade ago that, during their first days in the school of soldiers, Melite and Fedlimid first met.
With a one-to-ten ratio, women had always been a minority among the soldiers. Prominent in war strategies and talented battle tactics, Melite knew the way she had to follow to end up among the most respected women of the kingdom. Still, she was in her late teens and she was reluctant to push back the kind-alluring mob of men that orbited around her all day, she had already generated a few brawls before being rescued from an endless loop.
Broad-shoulders, a puffed chest, a beard thicker than the average teen, and a glare impaling any foe, Fedlimid proudly stood in the way.
"Do you have any idea who my father is? Scram!" This was one of his favorite catchphrases when it came to save-the-princess situations.
