Minerva strutted through the halls of Macadon Castle. Clad in her dark, red armor that covered her almost from head to toe, the fiery redhead drew some strange looks as she proceeded through her path with an obvious will and determination. She'd been told she had an angry resting face, and perhaps that was true, but right now she clearly was angry. Soldiers and guards that were posted about feared to approach her, and those unfortunate enough to be walking against her stride were quickly shoved aside.
"Hey, lady! Who the hell do you think you are!?" One such unfortunate soul shouted after being knocked to the floor by the red-haired woman.
"Watch where you're going!" Minerva shot back without missing a beat. She stopped to glare down at the man she'd pushed to the floor, raising her chin higher to signify how little she thought of him and his attitude.
"Why, you..!" The soldier growled, backing away. He hesitated upon seeing the frightful face of Minerva staring down at him. Nevertheless, he grabbed the hilt of his sword and slowly stood up, being careful not to move too fast or get too close to the irate red-haired woman, lest he incur her full wrath.
"W-Wait a minute, don't you know that's Minerva? You know, the leader of the whitewings?" The upset soldier's ally intervened, trying to hold his friend back. He'd been walking alongside the angry soldier, but had was been wise enough to give Minerva a wide berth. "Not to mention she's the princess of the kingdom!"
"Whitewings, smitewings! So what?! I hear she's been demoted for losing Aurelis Castle! Some warrior princess we have!" The punkish soldier barked back, pushing aside his ally to draw his sword. He scoffed, and prepared to fight.
"Hngh.." Minerva snarled lowly. It was a low blow this disorderly subordinate of her Kingdom had just spoken. Both her fists clenched tightly, and her breathing became heavier. For all intents and purposes, she looked ready to kill him right then and there.
"Eep! Please, we're sorry! We'll just be on our way, isn't that right, Waeklin?" The more cowardly, yet smarter, solider turned to his ally and nodded profusely to try and get him to take the hint.
"Tch..." The proud, but defeated soldier, apparently named Waeklin, looked away. Not waiting for another response, the frightened soldier took his friend's hand and lead them both out of there in a flash.
"Fools..." Minerva quipped. She then turned around fast and continued her anger-filled advance through the castle. There wasn't much more ground for her to cover, though. The door to the castle's throne room was right next to where she'd been stopped.
Inside was the source of her anger and hatred, that most wicked of brother of hers, Michalis. After all he'd done, and ordered her to do, this most recent event on the battlefield had proved to be Minerva's breaking point. She was going to confront him once and for all...
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