General Sven's heart beat anxiously as she could feel the terrifying aura that surrounded Prince Caspian or exhumed from his being practically. However, she did nothing to stop her charge. Her dark-violet hair fluttered in the current as she lunged forwards with her bare knuckles at Caspian. She had just returned to Atlantis a few Tides ago and after receiving the notice that she had to battle the Prince in the Crown contest, she had been, was and currently is, still excited.
General Sven wouldn't call herself a Battle maniac, she just loved the thrill and the adrenaline that pumped through her at the course of it. She had been like that since childhood since she was trained that way, nonetheless, she was just an outgoing personality and she despised inactivity.
After her father's death
