Swords | Bona & Simeon
Location: the woods between the castles.
Castelgrande was too familiar now; it’s training grounds even more so. There was death in familiarity, a laziness of sorts that courses through the veins like poison. She already knew how the men in her father’s army fought and trained - the few unfamiliar people she sparred with were all far and wide in between ( the latest one was her sister - teaching Ippolita how to handle a sword had been the most entertaining and exciting thing she had done in a while ). She was looking for a change of scenery, at least, and the large patch of trees standing guard between the two opposing factions, seemed like the perfect spot for her to train; away from prying eyes and smirking men who thought she could not knock them on their asses with a single swing of her long-sword.
It could have been minutes, but it could have also been hours -- whenever she would train, the concept of time would simply evaporate from her mind. It was just Bona, steel and a thick patch of evergreen forest. Swing - twirl - jab; her movements were precise, decisive and well practiced ( after all, she had been serving in her father’s army ). The sword had grazed the trunk of the nearest tree as she swung at it, but it was not the collision of steel and wood that made her tense up, her muscles turning rigid, but the feeling of someone watching her. Sheathing the sword, Bona turned to face the dark man she noticed in her peripheral.
“It is a nice afternoon for a stroll, is it not?” Her voice was soft as she spoke, breaking the silence which seemed to have descended upon the woods. Still, despite the sudden... company, the lady Sforza did not find the man to be threatening - so far.
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