The gentle rapping upon your door awakens you. You mutter an oath and roll over. If you hadn't promised your father that you would dine at the feast, you would gladly sleep the day away, since you leave that night.
Instead, you sit up and call for the servant to enter. She is carrying your emerald gold trimmed gown in her hands, treating it like a royal treasure. You think back to the uncomfortable armor and wish you could wear that rather than the dress.
You allow the girl to dress you and fix up your hair. All the while you think of the sword calling to you in the chest. You think of your father and his insistance on leaving the evil up to the king, leaving salvation up to the knights.
Rising slowly, you prepare to make your entrance, knowing that seeing the knights eating at their place of honor was going to make the evening unbarable.
It is then, as you enter to fanfare and bowinr, that you decide to slip away and make an appearance as the knight. After all, you earned the honor and the right to be noticed.
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