Princess Cordelia-Personal Narrative

My father was very protective over our family sword. He was so protective that I, Princess Cordelia, his daughter, couldn't even touch it. Not a single poke or a tap. It was awful to be honest. Father had told me many stories when I was younger of the battles that took place on this soil hundreds of years ago and how my ancestors fought to conquer this land with that same sword. And after listening to them, I couldn't resist. It was impossible. But I knew I couldn't. Father would be crushed if he learned that I messed with it. I tried holding in the urge for about a decade now and as of right now I'm still fighting it.

I leaned forward and stared intently at Father's blade, admiring the intricate designs carved into it. This family blade has killed thousands of men for centuries. There was no doubt that this was a beautiful and dangerous sword, and I knew that Father would never let me touch it in a million years. But somehow I had an urge to trace my fingers over the carvings. Then, I took a step forward, reaching for the hilt.

My hand was mere inches away until I heard a voice. "Princess Cordelia, King Cassius needs you to meet him in the dining room," Giselle said as she walked into the room. I quickly jumped back and examined the weaponry in the room, facing away from the door.

I turned around and greeted Giselle …show more content…
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