The Throne Ceremony

The pink-haired woman put her knee to her front before she spat blood to the crater she caused. Using it as the support she pushed herself to stand up. She shrugged the dust out of her shoulders before clapping it away from her hands. She looked at the red bruise from her forearms with a slight pout before letting out a sigh.

"You okay?"

The pink-haired woman raised her eyebrows before she took a glance forward to see Lyon with a smile and arms supporting his head from the back. His grin exuded purity that was of his young age. Though he was taller than her, she felt more mature than him for some reason.

"Your woman is quite feisty."

She smiled with a hint of curves on her cheeks as she put her arms on her waist. Lyon could see no anger nor any annoyance exuding from her despite her nobility status. 

He shook his head, "No, she didn't even spread her wings against you yet."