A Daughter's Rebellion

Night has fallen. Darkness envelopes everything except for the small sources of light mankind has created. 

Knights and guards in their night shifts were patrolling the manor both inside and outside. It would be hard for Rosaline to slip out unnoticed, especially for an untrained girl like her.

But even with these odds, she'll still try. And if she fails, she'll do it again. If her father won't let her learn combat from Weiss, then she'll just have to do it herself.

It was the dead of the night, the moment the clock strikes twelve. Rosaline slowly opened the door to her room, peeking outside if there was anyone nearby. 

After seeing no one, she fully opened the door and exited her room, quickly closing the door behind her as quietly as she could. 

She wasn't wearing a stuffy dress noble ladies like her almost always wore 24/7. Instead, Rosaline wore slim black clothing, similar to what the Umbra Squad wore.