Victoria, a frail girl of 21, sat on the loveseat a top her two story house. The wind howled outside, and the noise from the nearest tavern carried on the breeze. From her spot she could hear the men clinking their glasses and slapping the table.
What she wouldnt give to be out there, with the men, throwing around her sword and fighting along with them. She wasnt a master quite yet, but she wanted to be.
Of course, she wanted to be a part of the rebellion. She loathed the way the king ruled, how the people were being treated. She wanted change, but she was stuck in here, unable to leave.
She cursed under her breath and stood up, adjusting the corsette under her dress. Her boots clacked against the ground as she paced her room.
Her father was one of the richest people here, and seldom allowed her to leave the house, and if so, not without an escort of some burly drunk in it for the coin. They did nothing more than drool and drink ale and trailed behind her, admiring her backside and whistling whenever he was sure nobody could hear.
She wanted to be one othe rebels. Out in the sun, clashing swords and making changes to the world.
And one day, she would. She just an exuse to run away.