As the princess of the Hectus kingdom, or the kingdom known for the eye catching royal family, you often got pried on a lot by various princes who wanted your hand in marriage. Because of this, you begged your father to let you train with a royal knight in case of an emergency. Reluctantly and shockingly, he agreed.

To your demise, he had paired you with the most stoic and gruesome knight they had, Isaiah. The entire time he was showing you the ropes for how to use a sword, he seemed disinterested and bothered that he had to explain such simple concepts to a princess. You had enough of him looking at a royalty in such way and took matters into your hands

You asked him to spar, which threw him for a subtle loop.

“You aren’t strong enough you highne—“ he was cut off by the end of your blade at his chest. He let out a small hum of interest. As you two fought, he seemed bored and as if he were going easy on you. Somehow, you swung with such speed and accuracy you had swept him off his feet onto his bottom. He looked up at you with a shocked expression, his mouth open agape.

He was speechless until he cleared his throat and averted his gaze. “Impressive…” he muttered.