The Will of a King (HIATUS)

King Runeard teaches teen Anna to fight. He doesn't like the idea, but since she insisted so much, he decided that he would be the one to teach her, then.

He's a rigorous master, however undeniably competent. He won't take it easy because he's still pissed that Agnarr agreed on that.

Among the lessons there will be: physical resistance, hand-to-hand combat and sword fighting.

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“My Lady will do, until the wedding.” Iduna replied, the servants had already started to call her that, Iduna hated it, but Runeard didn’t have to know that.

“Agnarr chose me, three times in fact, so I should thank you for giving me the bravery to accept him.”

"My Lady” he repeated, trying to get used to the taste it had on his mouth. It stung, but it also brought something else that he just enjoyed and decided it was worth to have. “Lady Iduna, it’s almost too fanciful for a scoundrel, but I’m inclined to the irony of it. It amuses me greatly” his voice tone was so harmless for his words, the old King acted like chatting to an old friend.

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 sight of the bag’s contents, but nothing more. She dared not imagine what some of the equipment was used for, what medical procedures would need such instruments. The bottles had labels she couldn’t make out, their contents dark and threatening. 

Looking back to her grandfather, some child-like part of her felt a thrill at his praise. Not half an hour before, he had been whipping her hands bloody and now she was receiving his kindness once more. The rational side of her knew it was simply a matter of time before she upset him again, as the cycle always went, but she still wanted his love. His affection. His approval. He was her king, her grandfather. Over the years, she had internalised his hatred, told herself if she was just different, he wouldn’t treat her the way he did. 

“Yes, Grandfather,” she said, taking the bottle. She held it between two fingers, looking at the colour that was so different to the others in the case. Perhaps later she would question just where it had come from, how the man could be so sure of its ability to take away her magic. “Should I… start now?”

The Doctor smiled at the young woman, his eyes staring at his own creation like it was a gift he held dearly and was finally on the promised hands. “Be sure to drink at once” he explained, stepping closer, “I added some sweet juice to make it taste better,” maybe way too close.

“I knew you would be brave, Elsa,” the King said with his eyes almost shining. All of his faith resting inside a small flask. 

Runeard did not had the charisma to make a good book of fiction entretaining, but he tried really hard. It always sounded too serious on his voice, but at that winterly night, the man managed to relax and soften his voice.

He took a second to realize the youngest had fall asleep and was drooling over his arms "Oh, Anna" he laughed, trying not to wake her up and took his scarf to clean her face, carefully.

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Elise

Runa stared at the blank piece of paper and took the quill again and started writing her new name. She barely remembered her real name her tribe name. She sat there trying to make her small hand writting look perfect. She had been living there for a few months but to her it felt like forever. She barely remembered her father’s voice as she was taken away.

"Now, that's better," he said watching as she started again. He reached to take a thin branch off of the child's hair, started considering what to do with that wild hair of hers. It was not proper for a lady to walk around in such a messy state. Even more a little lady with so much hair like Elise.