Chapter 51 - Brides hand (1/2)

The fight in the training camps was growing intense. Moira's beautiful black hair was dancing with the breeze while still being tied up in a lovely ponytail.

She looked magnificent in that tight training clothes. The color was black, of course, highlighting her soft white skin, but that was not the most outstanding feature of her attire. On one of her shoulders, she had the mark of the Princess, the figure of a white dog and a black cat.​​

”Miss Moira, when are we going to stop?”

James was tired, he knew that whichever he had done to Moira would never go unpunished.

She had come to his tower, to his room from the window, and left a card telling him that she will wait for him in the training camps. Then she threw him a sword, a 'REAL' sword, and the combat begun. It was a ghastly scene.

Many times, Moira threw him to the floor to kiss the dust, then she kicked him when she couldn't pierce him with 'REAL' swords.

James was injured, tired, and with his self-esteem on the floors. However, the worst was when he saw the many people around the camp looking at his pathetic figure being trashed.

Not only that but when the wavy red hair he didn't want to see, as it will be an awful loss in front of the girl he had always dreamed of, came to his view, he felt as if nothing else mattered.

'I will not finish this early,' Moira signaled to the youngster, 'this is revenge for Chef Hugo.'

Her Master, Chef Hugo was thrown into despair when the hard work of a whole weak went to the drain. He even decided to stop making the delicious fruit tarts that Princess Anne enjoyed so much.

”I am sorry, alright,” James didn't have the strength to move, he decided to lie on the ground waiting for the final punch.

However, it didn't come.

'Coward,' Moira signaled and a smirk appeared on her face, mocking the young man.

James lost the last sense of rationality, the hard-working, serious young lad finally lost it. He stood up with all his remaining energy and looked up to the girl who dared to mock him.

”I will comply, Miss Moira,” he smiled, ”I will fight you, but if you lose, then I will be your new Master.”

Moira widened her eyes, but only a soft blush came to her ears. James didn't see it as he was still blinded with rage. ”What do you say, Miss Moira?”

Moira pondered for a few seconds and looked at the boy from top to bottom, then she leaned her head to one side.

”What? Am I not worthy of being your Master?”

'No,' she shook her head, 'but it can work it…' she signaled.

James was flabbergasted by the bold response of the red-eyed girl. He even felt more instigated to fight.

They clashed swords again and the sparks coming from the collision of the swords amazed the students around. They knew that James was a mighty warrior, he was the best among his generation. And only if there was no Henry or Moira, maybe he would be the next prodigy of the knights' division.

”They are going too far,” Tia was worried, ”Moira is provoking him too much… ”

Moira was serving Anne some vegetable snacks as part of her strict diet, while they were watching the show.

”It is alright, I think,” Anne only looked at the celery sticks with apprehension and sighed. ”She won't kill him, I think…”

”Sigh…” Tia looked at the shameless Princess Anne trying to make Gandalf eat the celery sticks, but he refused.

”However, we must call Callum asap,” Anne suggested, ”I think winter is coming.”