Time passes seasons change

Princess Alexandra: “He loved booze, women and killing people. He was a monster, just like those you’d find anywhere else. I heard he had lots of kids like me with random women here and there. But he only named the older kids he had with his legal wife. He probably didn’t even know what his other kids looked like. I hear my mother was one of my father’s favourite slaves when she was younger. But after she fell ill. He treated her like a dog.”

The man looked at his opponent with surprise. “You… got taller.” The realisation brought a blink as if for the first time he was noticing something different about his daughter. “How old are you now?”

The sound of dirt being pushed by her feet, as she tightened her stance was the girl’s reply. He relaxed his sword on his shoulder and held his hand just below his waist. “You were only this tall back then…”

The reminiscing was cut short by the swinging of steel as she dashed towards him and drew her sword. He forfeited his beard and managed to evade her blade before it reached his throat. He was generally astonished.

“He sent her flying with a single hit.”

“Idiot. she jumped. She knows that the one with the dagger has the advantage at close range. She’s stronger now.”

She watched the man patiently and stole a breath before she ran directly for him again. She swung to greet his sword with her off-hand while with the dagger she went for his fingers clutching the handle. A bend of sweat ran down his temple as from the corner of his eye he saw her ploy, he chose to let go of his weapon and stung his fingers back before he was parted with them forever.

She played her hand well as she batted the sword away, provoking much cheer from the crowd as it landed inches away from the spectators’ feet.

Unarmed he reached to grab the arm which deprived him of his weapon. As his hand was a deadly serpent posed to attack as she saw him reach for her she snapped back and jumped away.

The quick retreat provoked a smirk and a horse laugh from his throat. “Hey Alexandra. Your mother… What was her name?”

“Damn you!”

“What’s with that scary face? Getting old is making me forgetful. But you know. I know you’re in the middle of getting ****, so I feel bad saying this. I’ve fucked a lot of people, you know. I can’t quite remember your mother.”

“You bastard!”

“Don’t get so worked up. Those eyes want nothing but to kill me ”