Northern Region , Versth Town , Lord Baron
Harold House ...
The sun rose gently over Baron Harold's estate , spilling gold across the courtyards . Servants bustled to and fro, tensing to gardens , polishing armor , or carrying fresh bread from the ovens . The manor was peaceful but inside its halls lived a child whose very existence would one day shake the kingdoms .
That child toddled across the stone floors , her step strangely stead for her age .
" Reina , slow down !!! " Lady Emilia called rushing after her daughter with a half laughter , half scolding tone .
At only three , Reina Throne already walked with the balance of someone far older . Her emerald eyes seemed to take in every detail , her tiny hand cruling unconsciously into practiced grips as if remembering the hilt of a sword .
These legs .... They're are short , fragile but they move with surprising precision . I've trained armies of men , yet , here I am , stumbling through a life as a toddler again , Ray's voice echoed within her .
Ray Throne - the Hero King , who once commanded warriors , who had died because of illness and die with regrets -- now lived as Reina , the daughter of humble Baron family . The shift between who he had been and who she was now still felt like wearing armor two sizes too small .
To live as girl ..... Reina thought while sitting under a cherry tree , her small hands brushing her dress.
I was a King , a Man of War . Now , they tie ribbons on my hair and call me " sweet flower . " It's strange..... Yet for the first time , I am loved , cherished . Do I deserve this warmth ? "
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Knight Halls
One afternoon , Reina wandered into the training grounds where the Baron's knights drilled . Rows of men clashed wooden blade, the sound of strikes and shouts ringing across the hall. Sweet , steel and discipline filled the air .
Her father, Baron Harold , stood at the front,
demonstrating a series of precise cuts .His figure was straight backed , sword arms steady .
Reina's eyes widened . Her heart stirred.
The sword ....how many lifetimes have I held one? The smell of iron , the weight in hand . It calls me stills .
Without thinking , she reached for the wooden stick resting near the wall . The knights glanced over and chuckled.
" Look at the little lady . " One whispered.
" She wants to play swords . "
Reina igroned them . She stepped onto the hall floor , stick in hand and mimicked her father's movements . One step forward
Slash .Turn the wrist . Guard . Step back .
The knight paused .
Harold blinked in surprise , then broke into a laugh ." Hahaha !!! Reina, you cheeky girl . Already copying your father ? "
Lady Emilia , who had followed after her daughter , covered her mouth , smiling .
"She really is watching you closely , Harold ."
Reina's small body flowed unnaturally well through the motions . Her stance lacked the strength of the adult , but the balance , the precision of angels ..... it was too clean . Too sharp .
I can't help it .... Even in this small body , the swords feels natural .
As Harold approached , grinning , Reina felt a pull in her chest . A strange impulse whispered through her blood , urging her to strike not in the air , but something solid .
She turned her gaze toward a decorative
stone boulder set at the edge of the hall's courtyard. It was meant to display the endurance of the knights blades --- many had struck it , leaving shallow chips but none had ever broke it .
Her tiny hand tightened around the stick .
" Wait , Reina , that's -- " Harold began , but before he could finish , Reina stepped before.
Her eyes flickered - just for an instant - with the faint golden glow , like sunlight breaking through clouds .
She swung .
CRACCK!
The wooden stick , cheap and brittle should have shattered against stone . Instead the blouder split cleanly in half , the sound echoing like thunder across a hall . Dust rose . The Knights forze .
Silence.
Harold's jaw fell open . Emilia gasped , clutching her chest .
" Reina .....? " He whispered.
The child blinked , staring at the two halves of the stone . For a moment , even she was stunned . Then , she quickly dropped the stick , and laughed nervously , pretending it had been some lucky accident .
" Papa ... rock broke . "
The knights erupted into shocked murmurs .
" That.....that shouldn't be possible."
" She's....only three . "
" Did she ... was that divine blessing ? "
Reina tilted her head innocently , but inside Ray's mind was racing .
That wasn't my strength . It was Myril 's spark ..... leaking through me . I must keep it hidden . If they learn too soon ..... I'll be forced onto the hero's path again . And this time .... I want freedom .
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Baron Harold's Manor
That evening, Harold sat with Emilia in the family study . He still looked bewildered , staring at his hands , as if replaying the scene again and again .
" She broke a blouder , Emilia . With a stick .
Even trained knights can't do that . "
Emilia sipped the tea calmly , though her eyes betrayed her unease . " Perhaps .... She has been blessed by the gods . Many noble children awaken marks in their youth .
It could be Reina's fate . "
" No ", Harold's voice hardened . " She's our daughter . Fate or no fate , she deserve a childhood first . I won't push her to knighthood unless she chooses it ."
Unseen by them , Reina lay in bed , listening to their voices carry through the walls . She clutched blanket . A small smiled tugging at her lips .
So they will not force me . Good . But I cannot suppress what I am . Even in this body , the blade is my companion . The sword will never leave me .
Her fingers flexed as if holding an invisible hilt . Her eyes flickered faintly once more , golden fire dancing deep within .
Later that night , as moonlight spilled across her room , Reina sat up , her thoughts heavy .
I was Ray Throne , King of Zoriath . My hands once carried the weight of nations . Now ..... I am Reina Throne, daughter of Baron .A girl . Can I truly live like this ?
She looked at her reflection in the window glass - round cheeks , emerald eyes , white hair as soft as silk.
This face ....this body ....I must accept it . For the first time , I am cherished not as a king , not as a warrior , but as a child . Perhaps ....
Myril granted me this chance , not for power but for love .
Her chest tightened . Tears she hadn't expected pricked at the corner of her eyes .
In the past life , I never cried for myself . Only for my kingdom . But now .... I feel human again.
She wiped her eyes and whispered to the night :
" I will master the blade again ... But this time as , Reina Throne . "
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Days later
Reina once more wandered to the Knight's Hall . The knights had grown fond of her presence , greeting her warmly.
" Little Lady , watching us again ? " One teased .
Reina only smiled , hiding her deeper thought .
Every time she held a wooden stick , her stance grew sharper . Her body , though of childish ,moved with grace beyond her years. Sometimes , faint sparks of divine light would flicker in her eyes , unseen by most .
The knights thought it adorable. Harold and Emilia watched with a mix of pride and worry.
But only Reina knew the truth .
The sword is my destiny . I cannot escape it . But this time , I will walk not as king bound to the throne , but as a girl free to crave her own path .
She gripped the stick tightly , her small frame straightening , her eye gleaming with fire .
And thus , the legend of Reina Throne --
the girl born from the soul of king , took its first balde in her hand .