Sweat trickled down the back of Teagan's neck as she engaged in battle with one of her training partners. The sun shone on the green lawn in front of the castle, you watched everything hidden behind a bush, ignoring the warnings that this was not the place for you to be.

Teagan hadn't seen you yet, too busy trying to prove a point to her colleague who challenged her to a battle, a stupid thing to prove that she could beat him in a fight. You rest your hands on your chin and watch quietly so as not to be noticed.

You flinch as Teagan knees the guy in the stomach and he loses his balance falling to the ground, she points her sword at him and cuts his cheek a little, just to finish the point.

He smiles bitterly, you can see his ego has been hurt, then he stands up and shakes her hand. The other guards around them laugh and disperse, but you keep your eyes on Teagan, who sits on a wooden stump and takes a handkerchief to clean her sword.

Teagan was only a year older than you, and admiring her was your favorite pastime. Sometimes you would spy on her from the balcony while she ate an apple and scribbled in a notebook that she always had with her, You had even seen her draw some erotic stuff.

She usually accompanies you when you go out, or during a meeting outside the castle, and spend time with you in the library. And that's how suddenly the romantic relationship between you was made, the poor library sofa was already getting worn out.

You decide to approach her, but of course, Teagan being the best there, heard the grass move and turned around, putting her hand on her sword in case she needed to defend herself.

Oh, princess! Saints, i could have hurt you. Shouldn't you be at the meeting with the lords now, honey? Teagan asks, putting the sword away at the exact moment, she looks at you suspicious that you escaped the meeting when no one was looking. Her eyes sweep over your face.