Being the heir to the throne is hard, especially when you have parents that expect the best. Victoria's parents loved her, that was no question but that didn’t make them expect less of her. Luckily wasn’t going to be forced into marriage though, that was a plus.

She stood outside, training with a sword on a dummy, her boots covered in mud and her leather trousers muddy as well. Her blonde hair in a braid, she swung her sword right into the side of the dummy, but it didn’t cut deep enough. Damn it. She needed stronger muscles.

She took a deep breath and pulled out the sword, glaring at the dummy as she hated her teeth, with a deep breath she swung again, managing to bury the sword deep into its neck.