The Violet Flower {And Her Targaryens}

Chapter 4

The next few weeks after the little princess Daellas birthday had passed were boringly and painfully slow for her.

One morning, she was woken up by her maids, they helped her get dressed in pants.

She had never worn pants before in this life, only weird under shorts to some of her dresses. She was confused to say the least, they even gave her new looking boots to wear, the kind young prince's would wear.

When the maids finished dressing her, she was lead out of her room quickly and secretively, trying not to allow peering eyes to see her.

She was less outside to the training ground, so early in the morning nobody was there, other then Criston Cole himself. Who was waiting for her, standing smack dab in the middle for the grounds. A wooden sword in eahc hand.

His armor not on him like usual. The little princess could see his arms, and boy were they muscular.

She was an adult female trapped inside a childs body, she happens to have thoughts like this once in a while.

She doesn't fancy her knight, but she can admit when a man has a nice body. At least she can admit it to herself privately, in her thoughts.

The only place she's truly safe, her thoughts.

He doesn't say a single word to the little princess as he stands there just observing, thinking.

Just her and Criston stand alone, the maids, running of somewhere.

Probably to distract peering eyes. He still yet to say a word, holds out the handle of a wooden sword to the princess.

"You asked me to start training you. So I am. Now, hold up the sword"

She keeps her composure and tries to hide the smile trying to creep onto her face, not wanting to give her emotions away.

She tries to get into a stance, one she partially remembers from her life before, but this body is different. Its smaller and thinner then her last body.

But she grips the wooden sword tightly with both hands and lifts it up, readying herself for whats to come.

Criston walks around the princess, he begins to correct her stance and how she's holding the sword, the next few days he shows her how to swing.

Wanting her comfortable with the wooden sword, then he moves her onto a real sword. So she can adjust, which she did, but she still felt the sword was to heavy for her.

She wished to have a smaller, thinner sword. Needle. She missed her needle.

Once she became comfortable and was able to swing the sword properly, even with its heavy weight, he began showing her striking techniques.

Techniques for her to use her small frame to her advantage. Like telling her to go for the knees, or the feet if need be. Play as dirty as she needs because if stuck in the moment, her fight or flight will kick in. And she wants to make sure its the fight that kicks in, not the flight.

Days of sweaty training turned into week, weeks turned into months. And soon enough it had been almost a year since he started training the little girl.

He quickly figured out that she was quick to adapt to sword, and learned quickly, but it was far to heavy for her.

Criston mainly stuck to showing her how to use her small size to her advantage. As well as how to use knives, small little knives she could hide ok her if need be.

She's smaller than him but that also makes her faster, she might not be able to win holding a big bulky sword, but he found out she can be quick and agile with a small blade.