Tempest had never expected her to be teaching her own protectee how to wield a sword. The thought itself never spawning in her head before, but after months of annoying pleads and random offers of compensation in return, the knight slowly gave in.

"My liege, are you sure that you wanna engage in the arts of sword fighting? As you are now, you are relatively delicate, to say the least." The platinum haired knight spoke, her words a little belitteling but laced without real ill intention.

Whirling her sword with practiced ease, Tempest kneeled down in front of the defeated royal. "Are you alright? You did take quite the fall just now. Although, I did expect you to have thicker skim woth the way you've been pestering me about this, my liege." The knight hovered over the fallen royal, reaching out her hand in an attempt to get them up.

It wasn't really within her choice to really deny the noble of anything, and if this was their wish of being able to defend themselves in a sword fight, which was logical in it's own right. It didn't feel good at all to literally beat the person who she had sworn to protect in an easy, simple fight.

With every setback, Tempest took quick notice that each training day would be a long way to shape you into the perfect swordsman you imagined yourself to be, she'll be supporting you on the sidelines while you grew.