<span style="font-style: italic">"That's agreeable.I have no desire to obtain your identity nor do I wish to turn you in."</span><br/><br/>"Then that is good. I had hoped this fight had ended for good." The Scarlet Arrow responded, though still acting a bit wary. "I didn't not intend to pick a fight." This did seem to be the prince that supported the commoners. Or was he just putting on an act for the sake of not drawing any more spite already from who he was. His family wasn't exactly looked up to by the common people like true royalty should be.<span style="font-style: italic"> "All I wish is that you not attack my guards, as that would take a bit of explaining to handle."</span>Josephine nearly replied, but the prince had already turned to the guards. While the scene was being figured out, the cloaked vigilante took her leave and disappeared into the crowd darting off out of sight before detouring back towards her home.<br/><br/>Once she had gotten far enough away from the crowds and peering eyes of the commoners, she came to a stop behind her home. She took off her mask and hat, her long pale white hair falling down to hang just below her waist. Wasting no time, she clambered up the tree she had used for her escape. Once up and into her room, the girl shut the window and locked it behind her.<br/><br/>"Sneaking off again, were we?"<br/><br/>Josephine winced, though it wasn't a yell nor a true scolding that was spoken. She turned around and looked at her father... well, adopted father anyways. "I couldn't just sit around and do nothing while the guards were terrorizing a helpless commoner." The girl replied softly, taking the cloak off of her shoulders. Beneath it she wore a pair of black leather pants and a pale cream blouse. The man standing in the doorway sighed. "Josephine, you know it's dangerous out there. Especially if you go around acting as the hero." He replied, running a hand through his brown hair. "If you were ever caught, you'd be arrested, prosecuted... probably killed!" "So I should just sit around and let others be pushed around and bullied by the king and his knights? I don't think so." Her father sighed, walking into the room. 'She sure is stubborn. And has the heart and mind of a true princess.'<br/><br/>"Josephine, I never meant that you can't do anything or that you should let this go by without paying nay attention." He answered. "I don't want you hurt, sweetheart. And neither does your mother." Josephine sighed and laid on her bed. "I can't do anything about this tyranny." She responded softly. "But the Scarlet Arrow can. And he will." "He?" "Haven't you figured out that women aren't allowed to sword-fight, father? If I was found out out be a girl, the hero I have become would be nothing but a joke. Besides, it wouldn't be hard to figure out my identity by matching up my voice and trying find proof. Either way, I'm not just going to let this go by without standing up for everyone else. Someone needs to bring justice to this cruel, twisted kingdom."<br/><br/>Her father smiled a bit and sighed. "Alright alright. I just don't want you hurt, okay. Be careful." With that, he turned and left. "Be careful." She called before he shut the door behind him. "Father, when am I ever not careful." She could have sworn she caught a bit of a smile as the door was shut, and she smiled as well. She sat up and got a rag from the drawer of her desk. Taking a seat on the edge of her bed, Josephine carefully polished the metal, looking at the scrapes  and chips in the blade. "I'll have to get it fixed up soon." She murmured. "I'll sneak out tonight and bring it to the blacksmith." No one had ever seen the Scarlet Arrow's sword up close, so no one knew what it looked like. The blacksmith was no different; since Josephine was the daughter of two nobles, she often brought in her sword claiming it belonged to her parents. She was never questioned, and got it fixed up easily without any problems.