The King's Command
“Do you notice my hip position as I thrust like this? That’s where your power comes from. If you don’t wind up, you’ll be more efficient with your energy too.”
For a few months, you have been teaching your sword techniques to Lady Myrr. She had been given some training as a girl, but nothing extensive. She was not unskilled, simply lacked proper refinement. Her determination to perfectly perform drills surprised you. You imagined someone with her status would only order people around. Lady Myrr takes a more hands on approach. On more than one occasion, she would not continue the lesson until the specific form was mastered. Luckily, she didn’t pry deeper into your past. You aren’t quite sure what would happen if she found out who you are and you really didn’t want to find out. No, you felt it was best to hide your identity.
“Fucking hell! I always drop my guard when attempting that feint.” Myrr shouts in frustration.
“That’s because you’re overcompensating with your leg power. It should be quick, without effort. Like this.”
You perform the technique to perfection as you’ve done countless times.
“Show off. Alright that’s enough for today. I need you for something,” Lady Myrr says.
“Something else than training?” you question.
“Yes. Darius should be here any moment. Ah here he is.”
“My Lady Myrr,” Darius bows. “Slave,” he mentions with obvious distaste in your direction.
“Speak freely,” Lady Myrr commands.
“Our contacts have reported Captain Kano is plotting with the Rathans against you," Darius says. "They will aid him with firepower as long as he remains loyal to Rath.”
“Are these contacts to be trusted?” Lady Myrr asks.
“I trust them with my life, my Lady. We should strike Kano before he has the chance to grow in strength. Before he has the support of Rath.”
“What do you think?” Lady Myrr turns to you.
“My Lady, he is a slave! You would ask his advice when your entire manor is threatened?” Darius interjects.
Before Darius could think to react, Lady Myrr grabs his throat and trips him to the ground. Her vise-like grip prevents any air from his breath, her knee holding his body in place on the ground. Judging by his size, you don’t doubt that Darius could overpower the Lady off him if he really wanted to, but he continues to lay in obedience. You stand ready just in case.
“YOU will fucking listen to ME. If I ask your opinion, I want to hear it. Don’t presume that I want to hear it all the time. Do you understand me?”
Darius (coughing) does his best to nod and Lady Myrr lets him back to his feet.
“So what do you think?”
For a few months, you have been teaching your sword techniques to Lady Myrr. She had been given some training as a girl, but nothing extensive. She was not unskilled, simply lacked proper refinement. Her determination to perfectly perform drills surprised you. You imagined someone with her status would only order people around. Lady Myrr takes a more hands on approach. On more than one occasion, she would not continue the lesson until the specific form was mastered. Luckily, she didn’t pry deeper into your past. You aren’t quite sure what would happen if she found out who you are and you really didn’t want to find out. No, you felt it was best to hide your identity.
“Fucking hell! I always drop my guard when attempting that feint.” Myrr shouts in frustration.
“That’s because you’re overcompensating with your leg power. It should be quick, without effort. Like this.”
You perform the technique to perfection as you’ve done countless times.
“Show off. Alright that’s enough for today. I need you for something,” Lady Myrr says.
“Something else than training?” you question.
“Yes. Darius should be here any moment. Ah here he is.”
“My Lady Myrr,” Darius bows. “Slave,” he mentions with obvious distaste in your direction.
“Speak freely,” Lady Myrr commands.
“Our contacts have reported Captain Kano is plotting with the Rathans against you," Darius says. "They will aid him with firepower as long as he remains loyal to Rath.”
“Are these contacts to be trusted?” Lady Myrr asks.
“I trust them with my life, my Lady. We should strike Kano before he has the chance to grow in strength. Before he has the support of Rath.”
“What do you think?” Lady Myrr turns to you.
“My Lady, he is a slave! You would ask his advice when your entire manor is threatened?” Darius interjects.
Before Darius could think to react, Lady Myrr grabs his throat and trips him to the ground. Her vise-like grip prevents any air from his breath, her knee holding his body in place on the ground. Judging by his size, you don’t doubt that Darius could overpower the Lady off him if he really wanted to, but he continues to lay in obedience. You stand ready just in case.
“YOU will fucking listen to ME. If I ask your opinion, I want to hear it. Don’t presume that I want to hear it all the time. Do you understand me?”
Darius (coughing) does his best to nod and Lady Myrr lets him back to his feet.
“So what do you think?”