Freedom means uncertainty, risk, change, insecurity and danger.
I was born and raised as a bird in a cage. To me, freedom is a poison.
After losing my father, I felt like the sky suddenly opened up and everything became bright, because I was no longer under his control, but at the same time, a great sense of nothingness also overwhelmed me, because I was taught since childhood that as long as I married a good husband, I could climb to power, status, wealth, and even everything.
I hate this kind of future, but I have to choose it, and now even this future is gone.
So contradictory.
Until that figure came into view.
He possessed the immense strength of an ancient hero, able to defeat a hundred enemies alone, and the way he swung his sword struck like a hammer at the heart, so powerful and forceful.
He possessed a chivalrous spirit like that in ancient knight novels. While no longer killing people, he achieved a perfect resolution and calmed the original bloody massacre.
Why didn't he kill these red cavalrymen like the rebels? Since he was fighting, he should fight to the end.
Why would he help these barbaric civilians? Looking at his armor, it must have come from some famous noble family.
Although I had doubts in my heart, the image in the firelight was deeply imprinted in my mind and could not be forgotten for a long time.
At the end of the night, the cavalrymen brought me to the cavalry leader. Looking at the familiar eyes, I naturally understood what he was thinking.
She lowered her head, trying to hide her face, even wondering why she did so. In these troubled times, marrying such a noble officer was the safest option.
Afterwards, the butler's flattery and conversation made me realize that these officers were also so greedy, and their nature was actually the same as those of the nobles. An imperceptible disappointment gradually rose in me, and I lowered my head even more.
Inside the tent, the officer acted with airs of self-righteousness, but the details he revealed from time to time revealed that he was only from a minor noble family, giving the impression that he had failed miserably.
I'm even more disappointed. Is this the empire's new army?
With such thoughts in mind, I wondered why I had such unrealistic fantasies. Perhaps the image of my childhood self hadn't completely dissipated.
Finally, the men left. The officer seemed eager to keep me, making all sorts of suggestive comments, but I just found it a bit amusing. It was obvious that I couldn't resist him with brute force, yet he was trying to act so righteous.
Perhaps this is the reality. Even these powerful officers have something they cannot disobey or fear, and that is the royal power and the remaining prestige of the old aristocracy.
Everyone lives in a birdcage, which actually reduces risks and makes themselves safe.
Night came again, and the butler came to my side. I knew he had a lot of little thoughts in his mind, but if I sent him away, what would happen? The next person would do the same.
I am just a canary in a cage, without the ability to resist.
Standing quietly in front of the castle, a long-lost sense of emptiness came towards me. The cage of the past had collapsed, and the wind of the world blew towards me with sparks and dust.
I was finally free, but I also lost all my support.
An inexplicable emptiness echoed in my chest, like the wind passing through a hole, making bursts of sound.
The sound of armor rubbing against each other could be heard at the end of the firelight, and the nameless knight appeared before him again.
If those noble families are no longer noble and the glorious soldiers are no longer glorious, then what is there worth following?
I think reality has given me the answer.
Gently lifting the hem of my skirt, I stepped out from under the guards' protection, moving forward cautiously amidst the rubble and ashes.
Looking at the ancient armor that reflected the firelight, he lowered his head slightly and bowed to the adult in his most moving posture.
I don't know how he will see me. Will he think that I am just a pretty vase, or something that can be played with at will, or a naive girl who admires the strong.
But what can we do about it?
I have no choice. Rather than suffer humiliation in the mud, I would rather devote myself to this noble hero.
Even if he abandons me in the end, it is my own choice.
I am a canary in a cage, a bird that cannot be free.
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