[ she shakes her head. ] You are a Princess, you are a fighter.
[ she steps away from her, straightening herself to do so. It's pained, the leg aches from the walking protests at the way she holds herself. Regal down to the curl of her fingers, the uptilt of her face. She has shouted herself hoarse on battlements, she has walked wounded - she has looked at the ruins of her life, her people, and moved forward. ] Do you think a sword and spear is what we are ... discussing?
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[ she steps away from her, straightening herself to do so. It's pained, the leg aches from the walking protests at the way she holds herself. Regal down to the curl of her fingers, the uptilt of her face. She has shouted herself hoarse on battlements, she has walked wounded - she has looked at the ruins of her life, her people, and moved forward. ] Do you think a sword and spear is what we are ... discussing?