The day the First Blade left the citadel at Phalion, a cloud seemed to settle there in her wake. The servants and guards of Phalion itself seemed further on edge, aware that there was no one here now whom Valeyna was afraid to cross. And slowly but surely, the Usurper's daughter began to make her presence felt. Punishments were meted out for the most incongruous of crimes - a whipping for a dropped plate, the stocks for a glance out of place. Adare began to keep strictly to the public hallways of the citadel keep, with Rory always at his side, excusing himself early from meals, hiding in his chamber to avoid the usurper princess and the delight she seemed to take in humiliating and intimidating him. However, one place he could not avoid her was the training yard.
Three days before the much anticipated departure of the Usurper and her retinue, Velasca and Valeyna chose to visit the yard during Adare and Rory's training. And Valeyna chose that moment to further humiliate the prince in front of his own people and her mother's soldiers. She was better trained, more apt to violence than Adare could ever be, and Rory couldn't defend his prince when the sparring was one to one. Adare stumbled back under Valeyna's merciless attack, dropping to one knee to defend his head from the blows that rained down on his shield. Around the edges of the yard, Velasca's soldiers laughed and jeered, Adare's own people watching in concerned silence. He just wanted it to stop, breathless and outclassed, aching from the exertion of simply defending himself while Valeyna beat him with ease.
"Get up, highness," she taunted between blows. "Surely you're not this weak and feeble?"
On the sidelines, Rory was barely able to repress his anger and rage at Valeyna's treatment of the royal prince, who had quickly become Rory's friend. It had been hard enough keeping a lid on his anger when faced on an almost daily basis with Valeyna's scoffing and public ridicule and punishment of anyone she deemed unworthy. If he hated Velasca for having ordered his father killed, he hated Valeyna even more for the cruelty she seemed to so delight in handing out every chance she got. As if it wasn't enough that Valenya lorded her authority over everyone, including Adare, she insisted on purposely humiliating and making a fool out of him in public, and Rory had simply had enough.
Despite Shaye's warning, he could hold his tongue no longer, moving to his feet to defend his friend's honor. "Perhaps you would prefer an opponent who can give you more of a challenge," he called as he purposely stepped between Valeyna and Adare, sword drawn.
Dalan wasn't able to move quickly enough to prevent that foolish challenge being issued, gritting his teeth as Rory's voice rang out across the training yard.
Silence fell as Valeyna laughed in the face of her betrothed's peasant squire, stepping back to the tune of her mother's laughter as well. "The peasant knight thinks he wants a duel with a princess, mother," she called to where Velasca was sitting.
The Usurper's laugh was almost as unpleasant as her daughter's, with an edge to it that suggested some for of insanity held only just at bay. "By all means, Valeyna, teach him the error of his ways," she conceded, fully expecting to see another boy laid low and humiliated by her daughter's fearsome violence in battle.
Behind Rory, Adare wheezed as he slowly got to his feet. He was battered and bruised, in no state to do more than get upright at that moment, yet his expression was pained at the thought of what Valeyna might do to his friend. "First blood," he said quickly, understanding that the woman he so hated would enjoy killing or mutilating Rory just for the fun of it. "First blood, or no duel."
Rory would have looked to Adare's safety and well-being, if his attention was not wholly focused on his opponent, blue eyes blazing with fury. "You're no princess," he hissed under his breath, the insult meant for Velanya's ears alone. He knew he should take care not to anger her, but she had finally pushed her luck just a little too far.
Valeyna's eyes narrowed, dark and furious, as she caught Rory's insult. The very real anger displayed in her was well known by everyone who had ever seen her at work or at play, and now it was entirely focused on Rory. "You'll pay for that, peasant," she spat at the boy, barely noticing as Adare limped to the edge of the training ground, anxious for his friend already. Dalan made the call for first blood, and to everyone's surprise, Velasca allowed it, establishing the boundaries of the duel. And Valeyna began to stalk her prey, an under-trained boy she expected to be easy to humiliate, fully intending on taking off at least a hand for his impudence.
But Rory was a quick study, and though he'd had few formal lessons, he'd found the sword and bow had come easy to him, easier than anyone might have expected of him, including Adare. Unlike his opponent, he remained where he was, the sword held ready in his right hand, feet spread, knees bent, carefully watching Valeyna as she circled, turning so that she could not take him from behind.
When the attack came, it was swift and brutal. She gave no warning, intentionally forcing her attacks onto his shield arm which, unfortunately, bore no shield. Valeyna had been trained from a young age in sword play and weapons, and it showed as she advanced on the young squire.
At the edge of the yard, Adare watched with wide eyes, held in place only by the ache of his own body and the firm grip Dalan kept on his shoulder, willing Rory to either win quickly, or lose without being too badly hurt.
Without a shield to protect him, the young squire took hold of the sword with both hands, deflecting Valeyna's attacks with his own sword as she drove him slowly backwards. Time after time, their swords clashed, sometimes just missing an arm or a leg, but no blood was drawn. Rory seemed to be mostly on the defensive, making it appear that the queen's daughter was getting the better of him, though in truth, he was hoping to wear her down. She had already fought and beaten Adare, and he knew she couldn't go on forever.
Around the yard, the laughter had stopped, men and women watching the vicious fight with varying degrees of interest and concern. Even Velasca, who was so sure of her daughter's abilities, had leaned forward to watch more closely, noting the signs of Valeyna's growing weariness even as the usurper princess snarled and lunged, keeping up attacks that were gradually growing slower.
Beside Dalan, Adare caught his breath, noticing the chink in Valeyna's attack, an open space a clever sword might take advantage of to draw blood on her thigh. "Come on, Rory," Dalan muttered softly. "See it. See it."
Three days before the much anticipated departure of the Usurper and her retinue, Velasca and Valeyna chose to visit the yard during Adare and Rory's training. And Valeyna chose that moment to further humiliate the prince in front of his own people and her mother's soldiers. She was better trained, more apt to violence than Adare could ever be, and Rory couldn't defend his prince when the sparring was one to one. Adare stumbled back under Valeyna's merciless attack, dropping to one knee to defend his head from the blows that rained down on his shield. Around the edges of the yard, Velasca's soldiers laughed and jeered, Adare's own people watching in concerned silence. He just wanted it to stop, breathless and outclassed, aching from the exertion of simply defending himself while Valeyna beat him with ease.
"Get up, highness," she taunted between blows. "Surely you're not this weak and feeble?"
On the sidelines, Rory was barely able to repress his anger and rage at Valeyna's treatment of the royal prince, who had quickly become Rory's friend. It had been hard enough keeping a lid on his anger when faced on an almost daily basis with Valeyna's scoffing and public ridicule and punishment of anyone she deemed unworthy. If he hated Velasca for having ordered his father killed, he hated Valeyna even more for the cruelty she seemed to so delight in handing out every chance she got. As if it wasn't enough that Valenya lorded her authority over everyone, including Adare, she insisted on purposely humiliating and making a fool out of him in public, and Rory had simply had enough.
Despite Shaye's warning, he could hold his tongue no longer, moving to his feet to defend his friend's honor. "Perhaps you would prefer an opponent who can give you more of a challenge," he called as he purposely stepped between Valeyna and Adare, sword drawn.
Dalan wasn't able to move quickly enough to prevent that foolish challenge being issued, gritting his teeth as Rory's voice rang out across the training yard.
Silence fell as Valeyna laughed in the face of her betrothed's peasant squire, stepping back to the tune of her mother's laughter as well. "The peasant knight thinks he wants a duel with a princess, mother," she called to where Velasca was sitting.
The Usurper's laugh was almost as unpleasant as her daughter's, with an edge to it that suggested some for of insanity held only just at bay. "By all means, Valeyna, teach him the error of his ways," she conceded, fully expecting to see another boy laid low and humiliated by her daughter's fearsome violence in battle.
Behind Rory, Adare wheezed as he slowly got to his feet. He was battered and bruised, in no state to do more than get upright at that moment, yet his expression was pained at the thought of what Valeyna might do to his friend. "First blood," he said quickly, understanding that the woman he so hated would enjoy killing or mutilating Rory just for the fun of it. "First blood, or no duel."
Rory would have looked to Adare's safety and well-being, if his attention was not wholly focused on his opponent, blue eyes blazing with fury. "You're no princess," he hissed under his breath, the insult meant for Velanya's ears alone. He knew he should take care not to anger her, but she had finally pushed her luck just a little too far.
Valeyna's eyes narrowed, dark and furious, as she caught Rory's insult. The very real anger displayed in her was well known by everyone who had ever seen her at work or at play, and now it was entirely focused on Rory. "You'll pay for that, peasant," she spat at the boy, barely noticing as Adare limped to the edge of the training ground, anxious for his friend already. Dalan made the call for first blood, and to everyone's surprise, Velasca allowed it, establishing the boundaries of the duel. And Valeyna began to stalk her prey, an under-trained boy she expected to be easy to humiliate, fully intending on taking off at least a hand for his impudence.
But Rory was a quick study, and though he'd had few formal lessons, he'd found the sword and bow had come easy to him, easier than anyone might have expected of him, including Adare. Unlike his opponent, he remained where he was, the sword held ready in his right hand, feet spread, knees bent, carefully watching Valeyna as she circled, turning so that she could not take him from behind.
When the attack came, it was swift and brutal. She gave no warning, intentionally forcing her attacks onto his shield arm which, unfortunately, bore no shield. Valeyna had been trained from a young age in sword play and weapons, and it showed as she advanced on the young squire.
At the edge of the yard, Adare watched with wide eyes, held in place only by the ache of his own body and the firm grip Dalan kept on his shoulder, willing Rory to either win quickly, or lose without being too badly hurt.
Without a shield to protect him, the young squire took hold of the sword with both hands, deflecting Valeyna's attacks with his own sword as she drove him slowly backwards. Time after time, their swords clashed, sometimes just missing an arm or a leg, but no blood was drawn. Rory seemed to be mostly on the defensive, making it appear that the queen's daughter was getting the better of him, though in truth, he was hoping to wear her down. She had already fought and beaten Adare, and he knew she couldn't go on forever.
Around the yard, the laughter had stopped, men and women watching the vicious fight with varying degrees of interest and concern. Even Velasca, who was so sure of her daughter's abilities, had leaned forward to watch more closely, noting the signs of Valeyna's growing weariness even as the usurper princess snarled and lunged, keeping up attacks that were gradually growing slower.
Beside Dalan, Adare caught his breath, noticing the chink in Valeyna's attack, an open space a clever sword might take advantage of to draw blood on her thigh. "Come on, Rory," Dalan muttered softly. "See it. See it."