“I appreciate your words immensely. I will carry them until my dying breath.”
Giving a bow to the Crown Prince, Dayne couldn’t help but feel an intense amount of pride.
The Prince’s adjustment was just enough to hit the Knight, bringing a wide and proud expression to the lips of Arthur.
“Perfect! You always do catch on quickly.”
His brow has furrowed as he saw how Arthur was so easily to catch the blow. He his violet eyes narrowed as he saw an opening. He backed up and went to strike on his left.
A goal easier said than done, the prince had thought to himself. He soon went to glance his way. Once in a ready stance, Rheagar soon went to to strike his way.
A mutual expression reached the Knight as he picked one up swiftly, gathering himself and shifting into an immediate offensive position.
“Your goal is to disarm me, are you ready?”
A sigh escaped him. But who was he to deny his best friend.
"Very well, Ser Arthur." He would reply as he offered him a small smile as he grabbed a training sword.
Prince or not, he requires the proper training and who is better to administer such a thing than the Arthur Dayne.
“Come, my Prince. Let’s work a bit more on that form of yours.”
Arthur offered her a reassuring smile as he adjusted his pace to hers, free hand resting lightly upon the pommel of Dawn.
His violet eyes swept the bustling streets ahead, a small smile crossed his face. —
no real bitterness behind the words. she enjoyed the importance of her duties, if not the action of completing them itself.
‘ where shall we go first? ’
“Should anything catch your interest, we shall stop. Should anything threaten your peace...”
His hand briefly tapped the hilt of his sword.
“...it will answer to me before it reaches you.”
He inclined his head toward the city once again. —