His Virgin

2-Training

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As I leave out of the stalls Finny replies, "But I want to be your King"

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"Dammit!" I screamed.

Finny is such an idiot I swear! We have known each other since we were infants. He even helped me to become a knight.

Sure I would be comfortable choosing him as my partner. Not just because he's an excellent knight but his father is an influential Lord... But I just can't see myself being someone's house slave-oops I meant Queen.

I would have to give up being a knight. EW... I'm ready to vomit just thinking about it. Finny always wanted a traditional wife and thought I would change that for him.

But I've known Finny my whole life. When I was in my teens and started developing breasts I had to wear those god-forsaken training bras. Finny used to take them outside to hang them in the trees. I wanted revenge so Finny would never touch my belongings again. I became a knight like Finny to whoop his butt.

Flashback

After that incident, I was determined. I started to wake up before sunrise every day and run laps around the castle until I passed out. I would set myself to do 100 sit-ups, push-ups, squats, and lunges every day so that I would become stronger than him.

Every day I begged my parents to train with the boys outside. To be in the dirt with them and learn defensive skills but they refused. I would beg and plead and even wear those ugly court dresses they wanted me to wear but they were set and determined to say no.

I started to become obsessed with becoming a knight. After breakfast, I watched the knights with their sticks fake dueling with their comrades. I was enchanted by their grace, strength, and speed. I would see Finny's scrawny ass getting beat by the pros but I waited until I could finally take him on to teach him.

After a week of watching the Knights practice and train, I learned common stances and ways to defend myself against an opponent and learned how to take down a person in a second. I would ask my maid to secretly help me practice from morning baths to dinner prep.

After two weeks I found my favorite knight. The best way to describe him was "Beast" for his huge figure but he was as fast and fierce as a lion. His opponents would underestimate him for his build and not use his full potential.

Lance would play with his opponents like puppets making them believe he was slower by using less speed to defend himself against attacks. As his opponents got weaker he would wait until they started to lag. Then he beat his sword against theirs until they dropped it.

Lance was dashing... 6 feet and 4 inches. He had long hair down his waist that shimmered in the sun like gold. He looked as feminine as the court ladies without makeup. His lips were naturally pink and full. His almond eyes reflected the Mediterranean sea. His high cheekbones were so defined. He was handsome. I do not doubt that men and women will come to him. He was my adolescent dream husband but in reality, he was a man I wished to train with.

One day I saw him fresh from practice in my bedroom wiping his brow with a rag. I ran downstairs to the grand dining room to get a better view of the practice. I knew this was the moment.

I head out of the castle to the training area running towards Lance as he is alone.

"Sir Lance!"

A startled look on his face as he notices me a couple of feet away. He quickly squints while wiping sweat beads from his forehead to his 8-pack.