#cfkingdoms

“Okay, off you go, find your mother,” Kázmér laughed, giving the eldest of his nephews a soft pat on the back with the flat of the wooden practice blade. He had long become used to the boys badgering him into taking them to the training ring, or the stables, or even the muddy animal pens young children seemed to love. Today it had been swordplay, reminding the boys to keep their swords up, never turn their back on an opponent, allowing them to get in well more than a couple hits with their practice swords.

The Hungarian prince made his way to the rack to put the toy weapons away when he caught sight of the other man. “You want a turn?” he asked with a grin. He was one of the Danish princes, that much he could ascertain- Thor, Frey, the one with the same name as the pagan god Kázmér could not quite remember. “I shan’t go as easy on you as the children.”

Meabh had let her ladies go free for the afternoon. The boredom had set in for all of them and there were only so many games you could play before getting tired and becoming predictable. If there were more hours in the day and she knew her way better around the lands of her new home then perhaps she would have taken her mare out for a ride, but circumstances prohibited that. Finding herself utterly bored, she had stationed herself in the alcove window of one of the main thoroughfares of the castle.

"There you are." Mihrimah stood from her seat as he entered the room, crossing the space to get a closer look at him. "What is it that has kept you so busy?" There were a number of things- her own days were rather full. It was still odd being in Scotland- Mihrimah doubted she would ever be used to it. "Are you hungry? No matter how busy you are, you must make sure you're having enough meals."