A Queen's Gambit

FREYA

Our swords clashed harshly and I couldn't withstand the force, my weapon falling to the grass-carpeted floor with a dull thud. Breathing heavily, I picked it up.

“You have to make it an extension of your arm.” Ishmael cautioned, his voice firm. “Not two parts, just one.”

Nodding, I got into stance again. Apart from administrative roles, I planned to be a master of the sword and other forms of fighting as well, all things I needed to hold onto Adrien's spot until he was found. The locator spell was the same, with Adrien's location still unknown and I was running out of time with the council members.

“Focus, Freya,” Ishmael warned as he knocked my sword from my hand again.

And who better to reach me than Ishmael who was excellent at it.

It was harder than I had imagined. I was a lady, and I had never wielded a sword before, but it was a task I was determined to overcome. So every day, I woke up and I went at it.