“No, father... how many times must I tell you? I am not going to be a WIFE. I am not going to bear children yet, I am not going to settle in a peaceful life as you wish for me.” Anna spits out though usually her temperament is calm. Wrapped up in frustration, Anna heads outside and does not say a word and hurries into the backyard. Her mother watches disapprovingly, and turns the other direction.

“Someday she will understand.” Mother places a hand on the father's upper arm. “Someday... just let her see for herself.”

“I graduate from Militant school of swordsmanship and they don't care? I am looking for work? They don't care. I'm trying to live my own life, whilst they prepare me suitors? Bottom line is, they don't care. “ Anna whacks the heck out of a scarecrow in the training field with a wooden sword. She does it till her hand has blisters.

Anna lets out a sigh, sweat dripping down her fair skin and onto the dry mounds of soil beneath her feet. She unties her blouse and lets a few buttons loose. Her long fine black hair sways in the wind as she let her anger pass with it. 

“I can't do this anymore. I cannot stay here anymore. The more I stay here, the more I will be dissapointed. I cannot do this to myself.” 

Time to explore the world and what it has to offer, I'm sick of this nonsense. Time to live my life the way I want to. Anna walks to the stream and and skids rocks on the water.