An insulting invitation

Alura's father Duke Ramil fumed with rage. He crumpled the message he'd just received in his hand, shaking with fury.

"What is it?" His wife, Duchess Ramil asked with concern.

"It's that cursed Count Lafik!" The Duke seethed. "He sent me a formal invitation to our family. We are invited to attend the tournament at his house on the next full moon."

"So?" The Duchess asked.

"So? He knows I broke my leg riding, and cannot attend! And since I have no sons to represent me, no one can represent the family!" The Duke threw aside the invitation. "He's making us look weak, like cowards!"

"Then let me go in your stead father!" Alura said, sensing an opportunity.

"Don't be absurd." The Duke shook his head.

Both he and the Duchess did not approve of Alura's combat training, and did not take her seriously at all.

The dinner continued, mostly occupied by the Duke ranting about his rival the Count. While he seethed, Alura made a choice in her mind. She'd go to the tourney. She'd prove to everyone she was a true knight worthy of their respect, and honor her family name! After all, what was the worst that could happen?