Life Restart

"GOOD MORNING CAPTAIN FELICE!! " Loud shouts reverberated across the crowded training field as the male and female knights greeted me

This is the sight I have been used to for the majority of my 28 years being alive

A crowd of men and women in knight uniforms saluting me, not daring to look me in the eyes, just facing forward....

Throughout my entire life, I have always lived alone

I started as as one of the orphans on the street, no family or friends to share my trouble, or celebrate my successes with. Noone to shelter me from the world, soothing me through all of the difficulties I experience.

I didn't have any joy growing up, only the dirty clothes, my unkept hair, and spiteful comments from people as I roam the streets

Through all my hard work, I have managed to rise to a place unimaginable for my humble beginnings. A rank that garners respect from many people, even those who previously who scorned me.

I'm the Captain of the Kingdom's 3rd division of knights

I should be the person who attains happiness that an orphan could never dream of, yet..

Why? Why don't I feel happy at all?

I have money that rivals even high ranking counts, money that a commoner would never see in their life, but what did I ever use money on?

Servants?

In my 28 years of living, I only had one person to rely on, myself. I am more than capable of maintaining my manor, and cooking my own food.

Jewelry?

Flashy stones have never caught my eyes. Stones are useless, they are only for those who like outer appearances.

Many speak my name with immense admiration and praise, yet my heart doesn't feel at ease from these words, only a feign feeling of loneliness inhabits me.

Bards on the street talk about how I have slain generals of enemy nations easily and fought trolls that terrorize villages without breaking a sweat.

However, these tales are only there to boost my outer layer called reputation.

If my layers are shaved off completely I'd probably end up with an empty shell of a person. A person who has barely any resolve for other aspects of life that doesn't involve duty.

A person unique as myself finds it hard to relate to anyone else but easy to make enemies with those who find me annoying to look at.

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Standing in front of the many knights, newbies and veteran, I attempt to start the daily practice routine as per tradition

"Alright everyone Let's beg-"

"Well, if it isn't the almighty captain of 3rd division, Felice Ephitira" A voice full of sarcasm and confidence interrupts me

A young man in the distance could be seen. The man has a white buttoned flashy outfit, dressed with gold buttons and the royal family's insignia imprinted on the top right.

In a boastful tone, the man says "I am here, gracing you all with my presence, shouldn't you be trying to please me? I came here to watch your boring sword practice, the least you could do is serve me well"

'Not this guy again...' I try to ignore this buffoon, and face my knights who are standing in rows at the courtyard waiting for my speech. This man has always caused such headaches, He is a prince, yet has done nothing to match the respect his title represents. I know he is only here just because it would make him look more appealing when reporting to the king of his actions this month.

"Captain Felice, How dare you ignore me! Is this how you treat the royal family!?" The bothersome person witnessing my evasive attitude, exclaimed loud enough for all the knights in the courtyard to hear.

This prince is probably my polar opposite when it comes to personality, a person who enjoys using his power to get what he wants, be it jewels or flashy decorated swords.

This prince condemns those who rise up like myself. I, a commoner that rose through the ranks, is probably equivalent to a human trying to reach the clouds his eyes. He has a clear dislike to those who aren't 'worthy' of his presence.

As you can probably guess our interactions led us to not cl.i.c.k.i.n.g well at all. Being enemies with each other is probably a natural reaction.

'Every time I meet him, he is such a bother, should I just kill him'

'No ,that isn't an option, afterall he is our nations 3rd prince, Prince Alfred Rietfell'

'At worst, I could get my head chopped off, and at best It would be banishment'

'Being born royalty really is fortunate' Felice rubbed her temples sighing with blatant envy. If she were only born to such a fortunate household, she would have maybe had a better path in life.

She would be living with her parents in a nice big castle, playing in the garden with flowers everywhere. She would have a younger brother and sister that didn't despise or get jealous of her, only admiring and supporting her with smiles.

She would have parents who are kind and caring, a far cry from her current life, with no parents at all.

She was born an orphan but still made it to the position of captain, struggling through life no matter how many times she was insulted, beaten, or suppressed.

Standing in front of her is a man that is opposite of her in every way, a man who wouldn't hesitate to quit before even starting, a man who cries when punched once without any sign of bruising, a man who treats others like trash.

She can only think 'This world is truly unfair'

If a man such as this can become our country's prince then one can wonder how this world's god would be.

If he were a man worse than this, then that may be the reason for all the world's suffering.

"Your highness, How can I be of service to you" I say in formalities to royalty without doing the female or male courtesy

"Ho, The almighty captain seems to finally remember to greet their superiors, I thought you would think you are higher than this little prince because of your accomplishments." The prince said in a sarcastic tone while sneering

"Not at all your highness, this lowly lady who defended your almighty highness's life while he follows his hedonistic ideals, can't possibly believe she is worth more than his puny life" I retorted with an emotionless response.

"YOU!!" Prince Alfred furiously points his finger in my direction fuming with anger.

"HOW DARE YOU!! A MERE COMMONER!!"

Alfred takes out his sword, unsheathing it off his jeweled scabbard in a fit of anger.

"Captain!" The voices of the knights in the background could be heard, in their faces are worried looks, fearing that their captain would be in danger.

I bring my hand in a stop gesture, facing my palm to the knights to calm them, before redirecting my gaze to the idiot prince.

'Klack'

Prince Alfred came running, sword first, swinging, but I managed to disarm him with a chop to the palms that held his sword.

Alfred winced from the little pain that came with my chop.

In my opinion I didn't really hit that hard, then again it was this weakling..

"YOU WENCH!!" Price Alfred held his hands together to soothe his pain while glaring at me with a wronged expression and tears at the edge of his eyes tethering between falling and staying.

I walk closer and closer to the prince, until I am standing in front of him

"Do you take everyone for a fool your highness?"

I slap him in the face with only a tenth of my strength, but it was still enough to knock him off his feet.

"You, You!" The prince got back up quickly distancing himself from me with a fearful gaze, staring at my emotionless eyes.

The cowardice of his personality only left the prince whose legs started trembling uncontrollably with one option, retreating in this unfavorable situation.

"Don't think you can get away with this!"

Looking at the running prince, I rubbed my temples 'This will be a pain, I never expected him to actually be this aggressive today. The king would probably not actually mind my outburst, but I'll still get a punishment to keep up the royal family's reputation, Just hope it isn't anything that will make me bored like house arrest.'