"All right, that's enough for today, Bennett. You've learned all you can from me. The true lessons of the sword can only be taught on the battlefield," Instructor Aiden declared, sheathing his sword and placing it on the rack.
Nine-year-old Bennett bowed respectfully. "Thank you for everything, Teacher."
Aiden nodded, a small smile on his face. "Good. Now, you should begin your magic studies. You turned nine this year, correct?"
"Yes, I have."
Aiden gently ruffled her hair, and Bennett looked down, her face impassive. She didn't like being touched, but she didn't show it.
"Are you done with your sentimental farewells? It's not like the instructor is leaving the palace," David said, glaring at Aiden. "He's still the knight captain, you know."
Aiden feigned hurt. "Your Highness, can't you show me just a little respect?"
David's lips twitched as he saw Bennett turn and give him a calm but pointed look.
"Tch, don't pretend I don't respect you," he muttered.
