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Anonymous whispered:
"Mama, do you know how to use a sword?" Henrik asked. "Papa sparred with me over the summer, but now I don't have anyone to practice with. The guards here are afraid of hurting me... But you and I could spar, couldn't we?" //firelordhans

「 firelordhans 」

❝ He let you spar?! ❞ Anna asked incredulously. Granted she knew her way around a sword and foil, it had taken her years before her father had even agreed to letting her  hold one, much less at thirteen years old, as Henrik was.

Maybe it was different for boys, she thought, or in the Southern Isles. At any rate, Anna was not too keen on the thought of her son starting so early. There would definitely be a strongly worded letter to her far away Prince.

Anna sighed. ❝ I suppose, ❞ she gave in.  ❝ But we learn on my terms. Remember, I’m already a lot better than you, kid. ❞