Miranda began her rounds, wearing her Military uniform rather then  her Full plate, as she had a lot to get done, and couldn't be slowed down. She had a grand total of about 3,000 troops that she needed to train and keep at top physical condition, despite her stronghold only holding about 500, alternating them every few days and making sure they were prepared for combat when the time came.<br/><br/>Between training, preparations, paper work, routine patrols, and anything else that required her attention, she barely ever had time to herself. Ever month or so she would take leave for town, leaving her Harold Mortin, in Charge. But even that was never for long.<br/><br/>She had been given the worst duty at the worst time, and things did not look good. She blamed her noble father, whom got himself into quiet the political scandal. Apparently he had been taking money from the treasury, accepting bribes, and other offenses that have landed him in a hot spot. While Miranda herself had no hand in it, and was serving the Military at the time away from all of it, she was sure his actions had put a bad name on the family, and when selecting someone too send off to there death, why not the daughter of the noble everyone hates now.<br/><br/>The Stronghold had been rather old, made up of wood, guards patrolling it at all times, guard houses scattered around it, armed with archers, Training areas for her soldiers, a Fully stocked Kitchen and Mess Hall, Armory, and a stable for the men to house there horses. Besides her soldiers she had various of servants whom served the Strongholds every need. She had also trusted her Harold with a group of individuals whom would be given orders that she, a noble Knight of the Court, should never give, if the time came.<br/><br/>That being said, she valued her Harold, Mortin. They both went back a long way, he being the Bastard son of some Noble her father knew, he worked for her father for most of his life, and, even if she does not admit this now, she absolutely loved his music.<br/><br/>He now serves as somewhat an unofficial 2nd in command, she trusting him more then she can anybody else. People one can trust are hard to find these days, with an attack probably coming any day. She sighed, walking the Stronghold.