One day, he’d figure out what atrocity he’d committed to wind up in his current position, which god he’d managed to offend so deeply, but until that day came, he took everything that was thrown his way. Shield hastily thrown up to counter the swing of the prince’s sword, he let out a low huff. Sword’s and shields suited many, but he’d made it clear his preference lay in something far more arcane, but no. That simply wouldn’t do when it came for Reid’s training. “Surely one of the other paladin’s would make for a more interesting sparring partner, Ser.” He was tired, and dirty, and tired of being dirty. Reid’s parents were not providing nearly enough support for what he was being put through in this place.
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