“You’ll have to do better than that if you plan to best me!” Emmeline laughed as her blade clanged against that of her opponent, and with his incorrect stance she was able to send him stumbling backwards with one kick. Before he could recover, she had the blade against his throat and he raised his hands in defeat. Triumphant, Emmeline lowered her blade. She had engaged in private sparring sessions ever since she was a child upon the insistence of her father, who was perhaps compensating for the fact that she was not a boy by encouraging masculine pursuits. However, now she was a ruling lady, she had a certain public image that needed to be maintained, and it wasn’t helped by having witnesses to her fighting, as she had just spotted Lord Mormont in the doorway. “My Lord.” She said in surprise, quickly handing her blade off to the servant she had been sparring with. As he scurried away, she shot him a look that threatened complete misery next time she saw him for forgetting to lock the door for their fight. “I was not expecting you.”
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