Famoura was training with Prince Philip, learning the art of sword fighting.
Prince Philip: "There's still time, give up now, child."
Famoura: "Uncle Philip, I'll never give up."
Prince Philip: "Careful, or those long locks of yours might get cut."
Famoura: "It doesn't matter. You can't cut my strength with a sword."
In the next moment, Famoura loses her balance and falls — the sword slipping from her hand. Prince Philip quickly reaches out to help her up.
Prince Philip: "I warned you, didn't I? This isn't a game for girls. A true warrior can only be a man."
Famoura rises on her own, without taking his hand. She smiles softly and leans toward his ear.
Famoura: "And yet, every warrior is born from a woman."
Prince Philip gives a faint, knowing smile.
Just then, Famoura catches sight of her three brothers walking toward the royal chamber. Famoura was about to follow her three brothers — the sons of her late elder father — when suddenly, her father, Prince Charles, appeared.
Prince Charles: "There you are! I've been looking for you."
Famoura: "Yes, Father. What is it?"
Prince Charles: "Nothing much. I just need you to record the accounts of the townspeople. Write it down here."
Famoura: "Alright… but what about my studies?"
Prince Charles: "We'll talk about that later."
He said this firmly and walked away.
Later, in her room, Famoura sat quietly, her face clouded with sadness. She finished writing the accounts and carefully placed the ledger inside the cupboard.
Just then, someone entered the room.Just then, Famoura's second cousin, Prince Lucien, entered the room carrying a few books.
Lucien: "I've finished reading these. You can keep them if you like. Read them well — and since they're not letting you go outside, I thought you should at least have something to do."
Famoura: "Thank you, Lucien."
Lucien gave her a gentle smile.
Famoura happily began reading, studying every page with focus and excitement.
Later, she gathered all the town's accounts and went to Prince Charles's chamber.
Famoura: "Father, why don't you allow me to study further?"
Prince Charles: "You girls should be grateful that we've educated you enough to read, write, and handle accounts. You should feel proud, not questioning."
Famoura: "And what about men? Were they born with gold that they deserve twice as much as we do?"
Prince Charles: "It's because of questions like that you'll never earn such rights."
He smirked faintly and walked away.
That night, Famoura couldn't sleep. She stood by the window, gazing outside.
She thought, "The moon is more beautiful than the sun — even in darkness, it shines brighter. The sun has all the light, yet never such grace."
Just then, beneath the window, through the heavy rain, she saw three figures in long black coats running toward the royal chamber.
To her shock, they were her three cousin brothers.
Prince Henry (1st brother): "Grandfather, here are your accounts — all the details are written perfectly."
Prince Louis (3rd brother): "And don't forget to reward us well for the hard work."
King: "Prince Lucien, won't you say anything?"
Prince Lucien (2nd brother): "I'm just happy to see you, Grandfather. We manipulated the town's records — so that no blame would ever fall on you."
Hidden behind the stone wall, Famoura heard every word. The thunder cracked, lightning flashed, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.
Famoura (whispering): "So, this is the truth..."