Alexandra Chapter Tease

Princess Alexandra: ‘It’s weird. I had never used a sword before but it felt right in my hands. I knew how to swing it. I thought of it as proof that I had the blood of that damn bastard flowing through my veins.’

The sight of her mother’s face reflected on the warrior’s sword as it was removed from its sheath awoken the wrath buried deep within the child. The nameless child raced towards the Goliath of a man.

She thrust the tip of the sword directly at his eye, only to strike nothing but the man’s golden hair. In the briefest of moments, he had turned and like a blacksmith striking an anvil he brought his sword down upon the weapon that would see him dead.

The impact brought the two rattling against each other in a short clash before the man’s strength succeeded and **** her to break away. The child’s movements weren’t her own; her body responded by taking the sword with both hands and sliced upwards to return to the action. The man blocked and replied with another attack that swung over the child’s head.

The pair were indeed a vicious display to behold; They created a short symphony of battle from the chime of their swords clashing and scraping together, the man matched the child’s attack without pause but as the fight progressed it was obvious who would eventually win.

The child came at him again and again but once she overreached it was clear she was still amateur; watching her return to him more sluggish than the last. His enthusiasm slowly crept away. He met the child’s attack with the most basic defence and in a mocking fashion brought his boot out to kick her away.

She withered back and panted pathetically as she desperately needed to catch her breath. He walked towards the child without mercy and brought a collection of swings of his sword down upon them each attack pushed her back and with each step brought her closer to their defenceless mother behind them.

The child refused to look back and held the sword once more in both hands and thrust forwards. Once more he answered her attack like it was nothing, he used the tip of his blade to abruptly halt the attack and in one fluid motion brought his sword around to **** her sword to fly into the air.

She watched the sharp piece of metal spin over her and reached a hand out as if it was destined to return, but soon reality came and the kick knocked her to the ground. She instinctively pushed up to fight back but was met with the tip of the man’s sword.

Her eyes followed the length of the blade’s edge up along the man’s arm and stared into his piercing blue eyes.

“You.” His voice told no tale of how he felt towards being attacked by a ****; it was cold and had a forward impatience that sounded practical in its own way. “Are you her child? Are you my child?”

“Yes.” The nameless child answered with bitterness and resentment.

“You have potential. You live in the palace starting today.”