Morning arrived, and back in the rundown mansion. Fran was keeping company with his ever-sleeping wife. He had just finished washing her feet before a frantic voice permeated like a shock.
"Master! Master! Master!"
Thomas, the driver of the noble, frantically knocked on the door.
The door opened almost immediately before the second set of knocks, revealing the grim face of Fran. "What are you doing?!"
The voice boomed as if he was at his peak, trembling, reminding why Thomas choose to serve this house.
"I have good news and terrible news, sir."
Fran stepped outside and closed the door behind him. He crossed his arms, "What is it? Something about Flinn?"
"Yes, sir!" said Thomas. "She won the tournament, the entire thing!"
His eyes narrowed. "What? She won?"
"She not only won, sir, but she is the champion!" Thomas nodded approvingly.
She won? Th-That'sincredible. My little girl has grown up to such a fine character.
