Riku always had a motive under another motive. Helping Iah strengthen himself was important for his recovering and his reflection to those of court. He had a feeling his agenda was no different than those who trained their war horses to see if they would stand the task ahead of them. These sort of test would be no different than anyone that would groom a potential for their royal family. But even more for someone who would be queen. He probably took more interest in Iah then he would any betrothed of his younger brothers. Less concern and far less care to be as close to kind as he could be with them. For a moment he took to watching the flow of his breathing as he pushed to see how far his lungs cold be pushed. With a comforting laugh he stepped around to the front. âNo apologies needed. You are expanding your lungs against the part of your that is injured most. Breathing is important so you need to know what is too much. Try again but keep it just before that pain your just felt. Do it a few more time until you find a steady, controlled rhythm.â As Iah continued and found his pace Riku took to building his breathing the prince moved to a far wall and picked up a bo staff. Twirling it around his hands while watching the other. âNo I need you to stretch out you arms and raise you leg, see how far you can reach.â He waited till Iah tried it a bit before Riku, without warning, swung the tip towards Iahâs head. Giving him enough time to either duck or block. Well, maybe not enough if Iah was slow.
Iah knew to be part of the royal family, he had to be strong, stronger than anyone else in court. A queen was the person who supported the king, often behind the scenes. Without a queen willing to use any method available, one who would not allow barbs, physical or verbal, to phase them, the kingdom would be weak. Iah would not allow that to happen, which was part of the reason why he wanted to heal as quickly as possible. The other reason was Mencius. They hadnât been able to even hug one another properly since his ribs had been injured. He nodded when given further instructions and continued to breathe. The pain returned, but he kept his face neutral. Growing up, he had been trained to hold his emotions in check. He was not to give anything away on his face. Once, twice, three more times he breathed deeply until he was able to hold a rhythm that still pained him but was just shy of intolerable. His eyes followed Riku and a hint of curiosity wound through him when the other retrieved the bo staff. Instead of questioning it, he raised his leg as instructed, focusing on reaching for it with his hands. Bending aggravated his ribs more, but he was able to reach his toes. He was about to speak when he saw the staff coming toward him. One hand shot over to block the blow, the wood hitting his arm and almost certain to bruise from the force. Still, he maintained his position. âNext exercise?â He would not back down, not complain. No. He was going to keep going through all of it, no matter what the prince threw at him.