AN INCONVENIENT ARRANGEMENT
Chapter UPDATE for my Medieval AU Louigan fic!
Chapter 9: En Guard or Unguarded?
He was still chuckling when he dropped into a traditional fencing opening stance.
“Wrong,” Louise hummed, and his brows pulled down, mouth opening in rebuke.
“I beg to–” but he was unable to conclude his statement as it had taken Louise all of a moment to shift into his space, knock him off balance with a leg sweep, and take him down to the ground. Logan landed sprawled on his back, the wind knocked from his lungs. Louise followed him down and drew her wooden training sword, crouching over him, the blade’s tip pressed to his neck.
He was but a hand’s breadth away, breath coming in rapid pants. Her hand was on his chest for balance and her thigh pressed along his abdomen as she hovered over him.
She felt warmth rise in her cheeks, cleared her throat, and stood. “Your stance must be open and balanced, ready for attack but not inviting it. You are not in a fencing competition, Logan. You are trying to defend and disarm against attackers who will show no mercy nor play by any set of rules. Reset.”
He shook himself then rolled back up onto his feet looking freshly determined and her mouth curved.
“Do your worst, Belcher.”
She couldn’t stop the grin blossoming over her face. Oh, she would.
Louise trains Logan. Logan introduces Louise to his final, most intimidating, advisor. Louise and Logan share a tender moment.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/71278696/chapters/217095431
