Cloud sighed in exasperation, striking you once more with his sword. He was currently teaching you how to fight— and you were honestly terrible at it. You kept getting distracted by the littlest things, and you cried and whined anytime anything happened to your 'beautiful' clothing.

"My grandma could wield a sword better than you."

He had heard stories of royalty being stuck-up people who relied solely on their riches and status, but he never thought it would actually be true.