“You are too manly, Karolina” - “I may be manly, but I am still a woman”
Karolina was in the attic in Vasiland. Her sword raised as she cut down a scyfling while the fire burned. Though her mind was too focused on the scyflings to notice she was now trapped. She lunged for another scyfling, her sword bloodied, though he managed to block her hit. He turned to run, though she chased him. A mistake that would cost Karolina her life. As she moved to swing her sword at him again the two fell through the floor. Karolina’s body getting cut and sliced up by the wood. Small and big splinters entering her body, some of them reaching her lungs.
“Karolina!” Manfred called at her. The two starting another fight. They often did so, though she usually came out victorious. For he had only been able to beat her once, while she was drunk at a certain feast. “I’ll beat you Manfred!” the girl at eleven snarled. They rolled around on the dirt as they pulled on each other's hair. Her father Ser Osvald watching her with proud eyes as he cheered her on. She tried her best to win for him, as all she wanted was to make her father proud. For if there were anyone she loved the most it would be him. “Stop fighting children!” called Anton Barclay as he rushed to the two. Separating them to then smack them both on the head. “What was that for!” the two called in unison.
As Karolina fell further down to the floor Vasili Vanir came and caught her. “Come on, we need to get out” she said in a hoarse voice. The two using each other as a cane as they limped out of the burning castle. As they got out Karolina needed to sit down for a bit as she had started to cough up blood. She wheezed as she tried to get air into her lungs. Though something was very wrong. She shook her head “Nein, we need to get out” she mumbled. Using her last strength to pull Vasili up with her. Though as they got outside the gate her strength started to fail. She called out for help in desperation as she coughed up more blood. Sofiya Baruch rushed to her help.
“I’m going to become the greatest Dame there ever was!” Karolina called in the streets for all to hear. Her smile wide upon her declaration. The young prince Nikolas raised an eyebrow “But women are weak” He said in a statement, causing Karolina to frown heavily. A small heated argument at their first encounter ended up turning into a close friendship as they grew. The two hanging out much as they joked around and even fought together throughout the years. “I’m very fast.” Karolina raised an eyebrow “I am surprised you are with that body…” she said, laughing as she gazed at the fat prince.
“I’m going to die…” she wheezed out. A woman called Anastasiya shook her head as she spoke “Stay with me STAY WITH ME!”. Her voice shaky as she spoke to Karolina. More blood was coughed up as Sofiya took her hand. “I don’t want to die…” she mumbled, staring at the duchess with desperation as tears was streaming down her face. She watched Sofiya’s lips move, though for some reason she could not hear her words of comfort. Though she knew them to be well meaning. Karolina used her last strength to force a grin at the duchess. Though she wheezed her last breath as her head fell back. Her lifeless eyes forever gazing up into the sky.
“Come Karolina, let’s make cookies together!” the younger girl called to Karolina. “Ja, that sounds great Adryana!” she called after her. The two often hanging out together.
“I will cheer you on, Adryana” the now older Karolina said, offering a comforting smile at her friend after the girl had told her a secret of hers…
She often felt torn whenever Adryana and her friend Isabella Barbanov would fight. She wished they could just be friends like she were with them. Karolina had many friends. Though her closest were Nikolas, Adryana and her own cousin Manfred. She loved those three very much.
Karolina Hanna Barclay
1752 - 1768