#teesh

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romanticizing our lives a little

They were in the yard behind the castle, on top of an open field, just slightly flattened to an angle. Training just like the Royals before them, physically, mentally, and magically. It was hard work, but Trillion grew up with it, and would now have to teach it to his own two kids.

He kicked high, high enough to reach her head, stopping just short from her face. She just screamed and put her hands up slightly, knowing her father would never really hurt her.

“Dodge or block.” He said simply, then tried again. This time he aimed for her middle, to trip her up. It ended in the same result as she screamed and coiled, but failed to dodge or block as he had wished. He stopped just short from touching her again. “We will take a break.” He huffed, done with just scaring her and making no progress.

“Yes, Father.” Teesh sniffled. Disappointed in herself for failing to follow his orders.

“Come here.” He said, and she opened her arms for a hug. He hugged her tightly and put his head on top of hers to tell her it was alright.

“Go get your brother.” Was his last command before she ran back into the house, relieved to be free after all.

Her brother, Tee-Anne came back out in her place, rubbing his eyes and looking very displeased. “Do I have to Father?”

“Yes.” He said simply.

“What if you hurt me?”

“I would never hurt you.” He told his son.

“Then what am I training for?” The child asked.

Trillion sighed, not really wanting to think about the answer. He stepped closer to his boy and grabbed his shoulder. “So that you can protect yourself if you ever find that you are in danger. So that you can get stronger every day.”

“Okay…” Tee-Anne said half heartedly.

“You say, ‘Yes Father’” Trillion corrected him.

“Yes Father.” Tee-Anne straightened his back automatically.