Prepare to hunt

Belinda took long strides, hitting the air with her sword. Her head was full of thoughts.

‘So the King is desperate to find a wife for Prince Damon? What if he finally finds the one he wants? Would he still have time to train me?…’

“You are zoning out. You lose focus, you die.” Damon’s thick yet cold voice snapped Belinda out of her thoughts.

She hastily composed herself and bowed. “Prince Damon.” She called, gulping hard.

“Why are you not on the field with targets?” He asked, and walked closer to her.

“Ermmm. Some other trainees are using the targets, my Prince. So I decided to stay here.” She answered, still not raising her head.

Damon sighed and looked out of the window. Truly, there were other people training there.

Belinda looked up and watched him stare out of the window while he still stood in front of her.

“Let’s train here then. Use me as your target.” He answered. He pulled his jacket off him, leaving him in his white shirt.

He walked to the scabbard and picked up h