It is a day like any other in the mundane and tasking lives of nobles. A schedule book in one hand and carrying booklets on the other wherein the noble would take them around prestigious environments where the air is mixed with the smell of paper, perfume, and cold stone.

That's the life and the world of Illian, a duchess and a candidate for queen. Its clear to the perceptive that this noblewoman, with her blank and dreary eyes, is unsatisfied with her life, like there's something lacking from it other than sleep and freedom.

Illian enters an open hallway where she's greeted with the fragrance of the outdoors perforating from the pockets of greenery in the council house she's currently locked up in.

The noble stares distantly at the green image before her, seeing how lustrous and livid the plants are as they bask against the light of midday. Their petals and leaves glisten from the fresh dew of rain that came in the cold morning. It only accentuates the air of freshness and nature tangling around the open hallways.

And just as she was about to move on, a woman, whose hair out-silks that of violets, whose skin is as fair as pearls, and with eyes like emeralds, steps into her view with a vigor grin.

"Finally found ya, Illi." Said the woman, giving such a noble a casual nickname. And why not? They're close friends after all.

"So you've been looking for me? Why is that, Cecil?" Asked Illian who can't help but form a curbed smile. It seems that Cecil's joy is contagious.

"Well.. other than feeling worried about your social life, your actual life, and your condition. You've been pulling quite a lot of work as of late, you should take it easy." Cecil Advised, finding herself walking alongside Illian who just let out a strained sigh.

"I wish I could, but I can't seem to feel like I need sleep, everytime I try, my eyes just shoot open and I'm left staring at whatever's in front of me." The duchess explains her predicament and started to stretch and furl back her fingers.

"I don't know why, but I have this lingering energy in me that feels pent up. And I think because of that I can't sleep." She theorize while beginning to let out a yawn.

"Well you need to start doing something about it, a few jury members looked at you funny while you were staring at the gardens."

"You're right.. but I don't know exactly what to do." From that statement, Illian's tone of voice becomes deep in drear and she rubs her eyes while still holding the books in both her hands.

Cecil, in the other hand, is lost in thinking while walking with Illian, letting out hums of thoughts like a feline inquiringly purring.

"How about you work your body out with a duel? You and me?" She suggested which cause the noblewoman to stagger in reaction.

"Are you mad!? I'll never stand a chance with you! It won't be much of a stretch- much less a duel when I flop down after two or three moves!" Illian, though a noble, admits that she lacks both in prowess and rest. After all she thinks she'll lose the moment they start because even though she has this figurative energy in her body, her body itself is tired and heavy to her.

"Come on, come on! I'll go easy on you! It'll be like an easy exercise to get your blood pumping and your body recycled back to normal!" With a joy in her stride, Cecil takes Illian's hand and drags her into an empty seminar room, with the chairs and tables conveniently stacked up in a corner, giving them the space they need for a duel.

Illian, setting her books down, is muttering arguments to Cecil, saying excuses like she doesn't have a weapon to duel her and that she's not in proper attire and she would hate to ruin her clothes.

"Oh don't be such a stiff with clothes! Here, we'll have a rapier match, I just happen to have brought along a set." Cecil smiles as she presents Illian with two identical rapiers with blunt tips. They're for practice but could still snag and rip clothes if not careful.

Resigning herself to defeat, Illian takes one of the rapiers, feeling the weight of it and how its heavier than the booklets she lugs around. She's thinking about her physique now and how her arms are becoming out of shape. It cause her to fluster after seeing Cecil's firm arms that the noble woman begins to envy. It fuels her pride and her will to fight.

"Ready Illi? In the count of three we'll strike. One!-"

"Two, three!" Suddenly the noblewoman counts for Cecil, but twice as fast and with envy stained clearly on her rapier, she strikes Cecil who barely manages to avoid a thrust on the shoulder.

"H-Hey that's unfair!"

"Don't say that when you challenged someone who's not on the same footing as you! Now En garde!" Illian exclaimed in petty, childish hate and pulled back to strike a second time.

However, Cecil is now matching pace and she parries the noblewoman's second strike.

Clicks and clangs of metal begin to sound in the seminar room and if their duel was to become more intense, it would start to echo around the halls.

And strangely as it may be, Illian, though sweating, is putting up quite a fight for Cecil that she has to give more effort than she had assumed.

The two enjoy their duel but the one who is enjoying the most of it is Illian. Who, with a smile, is pulling strikes and thrusts she herself is unaware of. Its just as she said, there is a lingering energy in her welling to the point of exploding.

Its because her body, before being encumbered with work, was built for these kinds of rigorous activities. Her body and her spirit longed for this kind of situation to take part and without realizing it, Illian became restless.

"Thank you! I needed this!" Illian said with an exhausted but jovial sound of voice.

"You're welcome, as long as you return the favor when I become restless!" Retorted Cecil and the two continued on their duel until Illian finally called it a day.