Elora sat in the library of the palace, not even bothering to glance at the number of books stored there, collecting dust. She lay on a bench, staring at the ceiling painted to perfection. It was an image of a man in robes, with a scruffy beard and dark hair. His determination glowed as he hovered over the sword in the stone, hand gripped on it. Elora knew, he had failed, liked the millions who had tried. 

But why couldn't I have failed? Why did I decide to pull out the sword?

Out of all the things though the thing that scared her the most was the hiss that had spread through the whole city of Northend. It was as though it was a snake's sigh of relief. As though it had been freed.

Nonsense. She chided herself. Ever since pulling out the sword she had become more and more historical, thinking of snakes and whatnot.

She sighed. The duke seemed to be pulled on strings, automatically saying that she will be the ruler and all that nonsense. Elora closed her eyes. She didn't want to rule. She didn't want to pull out the sword. But then, she was the one who had decided that she would follow with the stupid plan to try and pull out the sword. She guessed it was her thoughts of the fact that she would fail caused her the stupidity.

Plans were never Elora's style. She just went with the things that occurred around her. She learnt to live in a world where woman were always considered lesser than men. She knew she couldn't change it. Rather than to fight against it, she would live in peace.

But was peace a moment when you are disregarded? Misunderstood? Treated like a Rag doll? It was all so confusing. She had peace. Peace from war, but not peace from standards.

She couldn't leave the palace. Not when the whole city was going to kill her the moment she would step outside. The duke could not be convinced. Despite her thoughts and efforts, he seemed hell-bent on following the laws of England.

She groaned shutting her eyes for a vivid moment. The emotions and thoughts that flew through her.. it just felt so.. congested.

She suddenly sat up, a rush of determination flowing through her. She won't. She would never subjugate to them. Even if she would be the new ruler, she knew that she would be tied on the strings of men. 

She glared at nothing in particular. The sword was in her hands that were white from the hard clench of her fingers. She was old enough to make her own choices. She would never subjugate to anyone ever.

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Thaddeus sat in his study, hands pressed onto his temples. His robes gushed to the floor, the red a vibrant type. He didn't wear his crown. When it was meant for someone else. The girl he had never heard of, the unknown one, had pulled out the sword. Therefore causing him to lose the throne. 

He was angry about that. But he knew that he could do nothing about it. Thoughts flashed in his head. Menacing thoughts. The girl- Elora, she called herself, ruling the whole of England. While Thaddeus stood above her, holding a leash connected to her neck as he laughed, laughed and laughed and laughed as she began to scream and cry, begging him to stop.

He shook himself out of those thoughts. At times he would be an evil person, but other times a good one. He would never have been fit to rule the whole of England.

He began thinking of his father, King Xylus. The Truest King Of England, was what they called him. He was an honest and a respectable man. He had fought many wars for England, and won nearly all. Until he perished in the war of Strife, as it was known. One of the only wars where England lost. The defeat was shameful, and it was a reminder to tell England to know it's place. 

His thoughts slowly began to wander back to Elora Williams. The image of her holding the sword came back. How it fit rightly in her hand. He knew from the look in her eyes that she was a firm woman, and knew her stance. The whole of England under her rule. He couldn't help but think that what if she could lead to them to the victory they always wanted. Conquering the world. 

Nonsense. He chided himself. A woman could never rule. They are only there to marry, and for maids. A ruler in the form of woman? I must be becoming a madman.

He knew it sounded wrong. But in the world they lived in, women had only so much rights.

There was a knock on the door, a hurried one. Thaddeus cleared his throat. 'Come in' He ordered. The door burst open, revealing Captain Madran, covered in sweat. He was gasping and panting, out of breath. Thaddeus frowned. He had never seen the general of the armies of England so scared. 'What is it?' He questioned, in a slightly harsh tone.

'Sir! The girl!' There was a sudden tone to "the girl" that made him glare, but he let him continue. 

'She has escaped!'

Thaddeus abruptly stood up, his face slowly emitting an expression of shock. He knew this would have happened! He was just stupid not to see to do anything about it!

'When did you find out?!' He shouted, alarmed.

'Just now' Madran replied, grasping on the golden door hilt. He didn't bother to show respect, and Thaddeus didn't bother to acknowledge it as he raced out of the study and into the library, where he last saw her. A copy of the tales of the sword was there, lying on the bench. And the door was open. He saw no way as to how she escaped, but that didn't bother him at that moment. He needed her to stay. Or else he would not honor England.

He raced to Captain Madran, who had finally regained his breath. He shook his shoulders, badly wanting to hit him. But he refrained from it.

'Order search parties, and get my horse ready' He said coarsely as the Captain saluted and left. It was a disaster indeed.

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