Chapter 1: Welcome To Iravia
The full moon hung high in the night sky illuminating the path ahead of me. The cool night air seeped through the clothes I wore, but I didn't mind. Besides, being cold was the least of my worries right now. The night was far too quiet, an eerie sort that made even the window seem deafening. I slipped through the open frame, wincing a little bit when my feet landed on the wooden floor which made a creak. I stood there frozen, listening to the silence for any slight noise that may betray me. When I was satisfied, I immediately closed the windows, leaning against it for a minute to catch my breath.
Tonight was a really hectic one! I thought to myself as I made my way to the dresser. I reached up and tugged the veil away from my face, then reached up and unwound the scarf from my heads. Long dark hair tumbled down my head, the loose waves cascading down all the way to my waist. Raking a hand through the tangles, I raised my head up and stared at the mirror. Smudges of dark makeup clung to my face, a reminder of the warrior I had just been hours ago.
Smirking, I reached for the small piece of fabric and began wiping away the paint, revealing the softer side of me. I then began to get undressed, taking off the dark clothes and leather vest I was wearing as well as the weapons I had strapped on to my body.
I shoved the clothes in a small compartment hidden in my wardrobe before I pulled out a white silk nightgown and wore it. When I was done, I went back to the mirror, reaching into the drawer to pull out a brush for my hair. The minute I was done, I took a proper look at myself in the mirror. Dull green eyes stared back at me, void of the ferocity they had held earlier.
There I was!
Gone was the brave strong warrior, I was back to being just me now, Princess Dahlia Westward. The beautiful and beloved princess is also a dutiful and submissive wife.
What a joke! I thought to myself as I stood up and went to the bed to sleep like I was meant to be. I turned on my side, my gaze connecting with the sword I had hung on the wall. No one can ever know! I thought to myself. It was better this way, being seen as the beloved princess and dutiful wife is better than having my secret come out. No one can ever find out I am the black knight, the vigilante that roams the street at night protecting the weak. No one can ever find out, most especially him, my husband!
Though, it is going to be quite difficult to keep this secret from him since he is going to be returning home from the war tomorrow. I wonder what will happen if he finds out.
Was he going to be pleased or disappointed? Does he have the same mindset like the rest of the men who think women were not allowed to fight?