The Fated Heir (Love or Trust series)

Chapter1

Chapter 1

“I lost, I lost, I accept my defeat”; said sir Carson catching his breath. Lying in the dirt in his armour and leather clothing fully drenched. Beads of sweat are visible on his neck and forehead.

“You didn’t give your best again”:  I said stepping back and I was right. He never gives his best when it comes to sparring with me. He still thinks of me as a child.

“Don’t accuse me of something like that. Like always I really did my best”; rising up from the ground he still insisted. But I can’t believe him, would any one belief if the captain of the Royal knights with years of training and battle experience lost to some teenager.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Why? Either you’re pretending to be too humble or you’re just not self-aware.” He said wiping mud from his beard. Why is he still not ready to budge.

“Urgh! Fine. You won. I can’t argue with you anymore.” Yeah! As always. I just can’t argue with him over something so trivial. It’s getting super boring to spar with sir Carson. I like swordsmanship so much that I have been doing it from the age of five but I don’t believe my few years of practice can rival his decades of expertise. It's like he's playing me like you would to a child.

Oh no! Why am I even bothering with this right now? It’s almost time for breakfast; Uncle would be furious if he gets to know about this.

“I shall be taking my leave now sir Carson or I’ll be late. Please keep this sparring session between us only.” I bid sir Carson farewell and went for my chambers.

“Yes, my lady”, I heard from a distance.

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‘Click-clack-click.’ The sound of my steps was loud enough to echo in the quiet corridor. I dashed right into my room as soon as I turned the corner. All the guards and servants were present but little did I care.

Everybody knew this was my every day thing except Uncle, I guess Aunt disciplined them enough to not let this slip into Uncle’s ears.

“You are back my lady” Asked Marry in her hand maiden’s uniform with grey gown and white apron, her chestnut hair tied down back of her head in a messy bun, keeping her head and eyes bowed. She was fidgeting a little as being a newbie.

“Yes, I am. Did you prepare the bath? I am all sweaty from the training grounds.” I asked her.

“Yes my lady. I have prepared everything.  You can take a bath till then I’ll sort out your dress.” She said and bowed.

“Alright.” I entered and asked all handmaidens to leave. Even while slipping down my corset, my mind was full of thoughts but as I entered the bath tub the warm water calmed them down.

There was a sweet fragrance probably from the rose petals floating on the water. I closed my eyes and lied there for a while until it was all disturbed by Mary’s knocking on the door.

“My lady! Her royal highness, the Duchess, has sent her word for you to come down for breakfast.” She said from outside the door with a little panic in her voice.

Oh no! I didn’t realize how the time passed by so quickly in the bathtub. I scrubbed myself as fast as I could and stepped out.