Chapter 6: The Life of a Knight
The clashing of blades as one parried off of the other. In response, wide, green eyes looked on in amazement, knowing she wasn't supposed to be there in the first place.
"You bastard!"
Irene flinched at the shouting, hoping they didn't spot her.
"You were the one who wanted to practice with real blades, mother!"
Irene fell backwards with her hands over her mouth. She was told by her father not to say that word but whenever he sparred with his mother he didn't seem to have any issue.
A rustling of the long grass they were hiding behind alerted Irene to Arne. She had been getting lost in the sword fighting. She knew he was about to blow their cover and she jumped up to grab him.
She had been on her best behavior for days after the incident in the forest and he was going to ruin it for her.
Unfortunately, she was too late to catch her brother and she knew her streak of good behavior was over.
"Bastard! Bastard!" Arne cried in delight.
He sprinted forward towards his father and grandmother. Since there was no hope in hiding any longer, Irene sprinted forward as well.
Her wavy red hair flapped behind her like a cape as she sprinted forward and she had to hold her skirts so they wouldn't drag in the grass and dirt. Lifting her skirts revealed thick pants underneath and sturdy boots. Despite what her finely crafted dress may say about her, her true personality was just underneath the surface.