Her Knight

"Congratulations, Princess Alara. I'm genuinely thrilled about your achievement," Nozel expressed with a proud countenance, a genuine sense of happiness evident in his words. Seeing Alara ascend to the title of the kingdom's princess brought him immense joy. In his eyes, she was truly deserving of the honor that awaited her.

"Thank you, Captain Nozel. Your kindness means a lot to me," Alara responded with a soft smile, expressing her gratitude for his unwavering support. Nozel's protective nature hadn't gone unnoticed; his dedication to safeguarding her was evident. His readiness to defend her, even at the slightest hint of insult, spoke volumes about his commitment to her well-being.

"I can sense your excitement for the coronation tomorrow. Make sure to rest well, alright? Tomorrow is your big day," Nozel encouraged, gently patting her head with a fondness that spoke volumes about his care for her. His words carried both support and a sense of anticipation for the significant event that awaited her.

"I'll keep that in mind. Thank you for your guidance, Captain Nozel," Alara nodded in acknowledgment, understanding the importance of resting before the momentous occasion. Sensing the setting sun and the chill in the air, she recognized the time to retire for the night. I

" It's getting late and chilly. I'll make my way to my room now," she remarked, preparing to depart as the day drew to a close.

"Sleep well, Princess Alara. Remember, I'm here if you need anything," Nozel assured with a nod, emphasizing his availability should she require any assistance.

......... 

As Nozel found himself back at the Silva residence, he noticed his younger sister peeking at him from a corner, hiding herself in the shadows.

"I've already spotted you, Noelle. Step out. What's your business?" Nozel's tone was notably different from when he conversed with Alara, lacking the softness and fondness present in his interactions with her. Instead, it carried a distant and formal air, almost as if he were addressing someone more removed or unfamiliar.

"Brother..." She steps out and confronts her brother. "Can I ask a question?" 

"Speak..." 

Noelle gathered her courage, her voice trembling slightly as she murmured, "I've heard countless tales about Princess Alara and how you're so caring and protective of her. Why... why can't you show me the same? Why can't you care for me like you do for Alara?" Her words quivered with emotion, a mix of hurt and longing woven into her heartfelt plea. There was a palpable ache in her voice, the anguish of feeling neglected and unloved overshadowing her words.

"Noelle, that's a pointless question," Nozel retorted coldly. His words were sharp, devoid of any warmth or compassion. "It's plain and simple—Alara is stronger, more capable, and competitive compared to you. You, on the other hand, are nothing but an arrogant, weak, and sheltered girl," he added callously, his tone dismissing her entirely. The harshness of his words conveyed a lack of familial warmth, as if he were addressing a stranger rather than his own younger sister.

Noelle, upon hearing her brother's cruel words, felt a surge of pain welling up inside her. Tears brimmed in her eyes, her emotions raw and stinging. Clenching her fists tightly, she struggled to contain the hurt and frustration that consumed her. The weight of his harsh criticism struck her deeply, igniting a storm of emotions she found difficult to quell.

"I may not be as exceptional as Princess Alara, but... I'm your family! I deserve better treatment from you! I'm a Silva too!" Noelle's voice trembled with sobs as she struggled to articulate her pain. The weight of being constantly compared to Alara, the overwhelming preference shown towards her, had become too much to bear. Frustration and hurt consumed her as she questioned why she was subjected to such treatment despite being part of the same family.

"Why is it always about Alara? Why does she always get your attention and care?" Noelle's voice cracked with anguish, her heart heavy with the sense of being constantly overshadowed and overlooked. The resentment towards Alara, born out of years of feeling neglected and inferior, boiled within her, manifesting as a deep-seated hatred towards her counterpart.

Nozel regarded her with a disdainful gaze, his eyes reflecting a cold and dismissive contempt. "What accomplishments do you have that warrant you claiming to be a Silva?" His words cut deep, each syllable dripping with scorn. "You can't even manage your magic. Cease with your delusions. There's nothing you possess that can even remotely compare to Princess Alara."

The weight of his words further shattered Noelle's already fragile spirit. The disdain in his tone and the comparison to Alara intensified the agony she felt. It was a stark reminder of her perceived inadequacy and the stark contrast between her abilities and Alara's perceived greatness.

With her fists clenched tightly, Noelle vowed to herself. One day, she would prove them wrong. Determination surged within her, a fierce resolve taking root. She was determined to demonstrate her true strength, to showcase her power and capabilities. The fire of determination burned within her, igniting a fierce determination to prove her worth and show the world the strength she truly possessed.

Witnessing the resolve flickering in Noelle's eyes, a conflicting surge of satisfaction and pain washed over Nozel. He felt an unsettling mix of emotions, recognizing the need for a change. He understood the necessity of using Alara's example to ignite a spark of confidence within Noelle. His heart ached at the thought, yet he felt compelled to spur Noelle's growth, to empower her to stand on her own.

In his own way, Nozel realized he needed to draw on Alara's strengths to inspire Noelle, to kindle within her the resilience and determination required to stand up for herself. He wanted Noelle to discover her inner strength, to develop the courage to face challenges independently, and to carve her own path with confidence. It was a complex and painful decision, born from a desire to see Noelle grow and flourish on her own terms.

Sorry Noelle... One day, you will understand.

.......

Amidst the jubilant atmosphere akin to a festive celebration, the kingdom commemorated the coronation of its new princess. The air buzzed with a vibrant energy as people rejoiced and engaged in spirited conversations. In the midst of it all, Alara sat regally upon her throne, adorned with a crown that signified her newfound role.

From her elevated seat, Alara observed the nobles and royals, their joyous interactions painting a vivid tapestry of camaraderie and festivity. Despite the grandeur and merriment surrounding her, she maintained a composed and observant demeanor, embracing her new responsibilities with grace and dignity. As the center of attention, she watched the festivities unfold, taking in the jubilation that marked the dawn of her reign as the kingdom's princess.

Alara, perched upon her throne, observed the swirling court with a calculated gaze. Amidst the celebration, she recognized the strategic value of the nobles and royals within her grand scheme. Aware of the dynamics of power within the kingdom, she saw them as pieces on her chessboard, instrumental in securing her influence.

In this world where strength dictated survival, Alara comprehended the weight of her newfound status. As a princess, she wielded a form of authority that demanded respect and obedience. The nobles and royals, compelled by tradition and hierarchy, were bound to acknowledge her rule, thereby granting her the freedom to maneuver and pursue her ambitions without hindrance.

Understanding the significance of her position, Alara viewed this as an opportunity for autonomy and control, recognizing that her status as a princess allowed her the latitude to shape the kingdom according to her will. The courtiers, mere pieces in her grand design, symbolized the means through which she could solidify her influence and assert her dominance within the intricate web of power in the kingdom.

Observing the festivities, Alara's perceptive gaze settled on a solitary figure—Noelle Silva. Amidst the crowd of children, Noelle stood alone, distanced from the jovial interactions around her. Alara recognized her, seeing the potential for something more within the desolate demeanor of the young Silva.

Sensing a kindred spirit in Noelle's solitary stance, Alara contemplated the prospect of extending a hand to this seemingly isolated girl. She discerned a potential ally, someone who might forge a unique bond with her, someone she could potentially guide and empower. In the silence of Noelle's solitude, Alara saw a spark, a potential knight waiting to be recognized and empowered.

With regal grace, Alara rose from her seat, the rhythmic tap of her cane marking each purposeful step as she navigated the festive scene. Her eyes, unwavering and determined, remained fixed on Noelle, the young girl who stood alone amidst the jubilation. With each stride, Alara closed the distance, her intent clear as she approached Noelle with a determined resolve.

Standing by Noelle's side, Alara maintained a composed presence, her demeanor radiating calmness as she addressed the solitary girl. With a serene gaze, she introduced herself, her voice carrying a gentle tone. 

"Hello, I'm Alara Frostwind. Could I have a moment of your time?" Alara inquired politely, extending an invitation for a conversation, seeking to bridge the gap between them and perhaps offering Noelle a chance for companionship amidst the festivities.