Knightress

Chapter 12

Andreas glided down the stairs with Phil by his side, he had in his one hand a grey duffel bag containing his training gear and uniform. Strapped around his waist was an empty brown leather sword sheath, the sword however twirled skillfully in his right hand between his fingers.

It was a longsword, the first weapon that he mastered. It had a long silver hilt, a golden pommel and handguard with a sharp silver polished blade.

"Would you watch it with that thing your majesty," Phil said through clenched teeth, leaning back and shielding his face.

Andreas chuckled, passing the sword to his other hand and passing the duffel bag to his right hand.

"Phil I've been wielding a sword since I was a kid. You're safe." He assured

Phil scoffed, "Well excuse me for having a bit of PTSD from the last dozen time you 'accidentally' cut me with your sword."

Andreas rolled his eyes good naturedly "that was in the past Phil, I'm a pro now."

Phil's neck snapped to him, his eyes widening in mock horror, "it happened last week!"

"Last week is still the past, Phil" Andreas retroted defensively

Phil just shook his head and tsked, flipping through the clipboard in his hands as Andreas returned the sword back in it's sheeth. They turned into the passage under the stairs that led to the back door entrance to the Legion grounds. They were working on swords and other knives today.

"After training you have breakfast with the Legion." Phil started reading from the clipboard.

Andreas groaned, his body leaning forward. "But Phil-"

"No buts Prince Andreas, you're a member of the Legion and you should learn to dine with them. Besides that is what is in your agenda today."

Andreas gave him a pointed look, "aren't you the one who writes my agenda?"

"Mhm," Phil hummed returning the look "what about that?"

"But Phil!" Andreas whined

"It's just a breakfast for crying out loud, I don't know why you hate it so much." Phil said through a sigh.

Andreas groaned once more, it's not that he hated them, he just didn't want them getting too comfortable with him. He clinged onto whatever ounce of respect he got, his family had none of that for him besides his eldest sister Emeralda, it's been months since she last visited. He was vaguely aware that Phil knew how much he clinged to respect which was why he called him 'your majesty' or 'Prince Andreas' no matter how many times he said he didn't have to.

"How long is the breakfast?" He asked with a frown

"About an hour and thirty minutes," Phil answered

He bunched his fists and forced out a sigh, "I guess it won't be too bad." He said reluctantly

"Perfect, then after that at exactly 10 O'Clock you and miss Laura Rasper will be meeting with the families of the attack victims. You'll be excused from the Legion till you return." Phil said turning to the next page of his clipboard

"Excuse me?" He demanded with a grimace.

"What is it? You did ask to meet them didn't you?"

"Yes, but I didn't mention anything about Laura joining me."

"She's the head of this investigation, your father made it an order for you to permitt her to come, she's apparently exceptionally good at this."

Andreas scoffed "yeah, good at bribing." He mumbled