The prince is harsh.
That’s what I’ve learned from the last thirty seconds of being bested in swordplay.
Upon arriving to the castle ten minutes ago, Cerulean whisked me away to start my nobility training.
“Your Highness, I really don’t have time for this,” I say into the dusty air of the arena.
“You said you were going to buy a dive spot. Not swim in it. So now you must train.”
‘How is this even right? I should be finding gems and working not being thrown to the ground by a wooden sword.’
“What part of this is training?”
“All nobility must learn the art of swordplay.”
“Why?” I ask finally sitting up. My sweat blurs my vision and stings my eyes. I wipe it away listlessly.
“To protect ourselves, and our property.”
While it sounds like a viable reason, I’m inclined to believe he just wants to test me.
I get up and pick my wooden sword off the ground. Cerulean watches me with a cautious eye.