She walked around the department, organizing a little. Her light blue eyes shone focused on the black jacket that hung on the back of the main chair at one end of the dining table, inhaling and sighing deeply before reaching out and taking it in her arms, placed it with the rest of the things that she would put in the washing machine.
She could tell that her father had been working late.
The evening lights adorned Insomnia´s sky, while the lights of the distant buildings could be seen turning on, giving way to the illuminated night in the big city. The brunette, diligently put the clothes to wash and went to the kitchen where she would prepare dinner, taking out vegetables, meat and other necessary implements to do something nutritious. The smell flooded the apartment, listening to some music to set the scene.
She waited then, as she sat on a kitchen bench, reading a magazine, for the food to be ready. When her ears heard the keys to the door, then the same door closing and it was when the figure of his father finally appeared- Welcome home dad – received him raising her crystalline gaze, observing how agitated he looked, probably for a day of paperwork and meetings that, thanks to the astral ones, had finished for the Marshall, that approached to place a warm kiss on her head.
"How long have you been here?"
A while - murmured barely drawing a smile when he getting down from her seat and start to take out the dishes to serve dinner and take it to the table- You left your jacket forgotten in the chair –reported, placing the cutlery and taking a seat where she had the habit of sitting, to his right- I put it in the washing machine ... - Cor knew how organized her daughter was in those things, so, emitting a hoarse sound from his throat, thanked her for the gesture of worrying about him.
"Did you go to your training today?"
Ahá –the girl whispered, before looking at her father and smiling a little bit wider than the previous one- I missed training with you – added, to justify the brief tone of boredom that she had implemented in her first answer. Indicating that the lessons of that day had lacked the adrenaline that was generated when the Immortal himself fought with her. That was one of the advantages of being his daughter, Cor himself had trained her since she was old enough to handle a sword and without being a part of the crownsguard or the glaives, his young daughter had become a fierce fighter.
A muffled laugh escaped the Marshall, who crossed his arms over his chest, before finally asking his daughter.
“I've seen you training harder lately. Will you take the entrance exam to the crownsguard or the glaives?”
The girl kept her smile and just continued to eat, without answering the question- I don't know, I'm not sure. Should I? –asked almost mischievously.
“I would rather have you safe and sound. Entering the crownsguard or the glaives requires discipline and responsibility. I won’t be able to interfere with the assignments that might be given to you and you will have to serve the crown loyally”
Mh ... –And it wasn't that she didn't know what her father was referring to, somehow she had inherited the loyal ferocity that characterized him, she had learned to be as agile in combat, as versatile with her favorite weapon: A katana and a wakizashi that she always carried with her at all times. A style of fighting that was so characteristic that it seemed the mark of their small family - Prompto was able to enter without problem and has not died in the attempt ...
Her father looked at her in surprise, before adding with a half-smile.
"He is the prince's best friend; you are my daughter"
And because she was his daughter, maybe it was enough reason not to allow her to enter- I am ...yes... –murmured softly.
