Trainer + friends

“Lower Arthur!” Brienne barked sword hanging by her waist, “I’m trying!” “Use your left then...” he flipped it over and getting more accuracy with it Brienne nodded, “You have one advantage over the others. They desire you to use your right with everything, you right hand to write, right to fight, to drink and so on, I know your left handed but if you enter a duel with your right hand and have to switch they will be screwed, I will train you to fight with your right but acknowledge your true hand!” he nodded trying with his right again before looking back saw his father watching over the courtyard, “Still here is she? I bring the best swordsman of France in to teach you like he did me and you choose this monstrosity over him?” Arthur nodded before asking, “She isn’t an ass, who refuses to accept I am left handed. Brienne acknowledges it and is better than him... how about she proves it?” he nodded before drawing his sword Brienne drew hers and started to repel, lunge snd attack the “skilled man.” Moments later his father lay on the floor disarmed and pinned down by her sword. “See?!” Arthur spoke and nodding he got up and spoke, “Well you do know how to fight!” “As you said hundreds of times before. I ain’t much of an lady, so I learned how to fight. I may not be the arm piece you sought for your son but I do know how to: fight, kill, ****, guard, train and hunt. More than your women can do!” he refused to acknowledge this but sighing walked off knowing it was true and hearing a thud and a panting sound causing Brienne to hold her sword out but seeing the grubby girl dressed in her thick basic animal skin coat, “Stand down Brienne. She is my friend!” the woman walked up adjusting her bow before being met with him hugging her person she smirked seeing the tall brutish woman before her, “They were right... she is big!” “Meera meet Brienne. Brienne meet my other “father hate” in my life Meera. Meera is my friend, father hates her because of where she comes from but won’t do shit about it, she just tries and sneak in to avoid his verbal insults!”

Meera watched Arthur train drinking some of the wine that was meant for Arthur but she knew he wouldn’t care until Brienne forcing the sword into the ground in front of her spoke taking the glass away from her, “A person can only drink when they have earned it!” “But I am just waiting for him to finish so we can run off in the woods and try and hunt!” “No excuse!” “I...Ain’t got any skill with the sword!” “You mean you haven’t been taught on how to wield a sword!” “Yeah what you said!” “Time to learn, you may be able to kill with a bow but what happens after you run out of arrows? A sword can be your best friend or even your only friend!” Meera nodded before sighing took up her position and looking back at his brother Arthur smirked seeing his annoyance that he was stuck training with Arthur’s original tutor whilst he was outside enjoying his lesson.