A Different Definition of Tragedy

Day In, Day Out: Chapter 7

Throughout the week, a routine was created, eat breakfast, go to Aurora's study for however long she needed, which varied greatly, Forest would help her and eventually Aurora came to a point where she respected his opnion and appreciated his outlook. The others were bored, they would mostly just talk to each other, or roam about the library. Next, they would go to the garden where Aurora would sit reading, while her suitors would nearly fall into insanity from being bored, but it was still better than being stuck in the study. After Aurora would retire to her room and that's when the suitors did what they please. After that was dinner, then bed. Day in, day out, and as much as Aurora loved it, her suitors hated it, even Forest, to an extent.

While Aurora was in her room Roland suggested they go to the training grounds. No one objected they were just looking for some form of excitement in their now boring lives. Roland pulled out his sword.

"Ah, you know, at home, I go hunting at least once a week." He looked at his sword like some love sick puppy.

"At home, I would be in some lesson." James said in mild. "And sadly, that sounds like more fun than this." The men laughed.

"At home, I would be seducing some girl." Matthias said with a wicked grin. Some of the suitors cheered for him, Forest and Yale didn't look so approving.

"At home, I could be looking at my progress on the farming experiment, I had to put it on hold." Forest glumly said, his perfect form slouching, Carlyle patted his shoulder in understanding.

"You are almost as boring as the princess." Roland threw a sheathed sword at him. He yelped dodging it since he wasn't prepared for it. "Can you fight?" He asked. Forest snatched up the sword.

"Yes, I can but this is much too heavy for me." He threw the sword at Roland's feet.

"At home, I would be helping my brother help my father run the kingdom." Malcolm said bitterly.

"I would be in the garden." Lord Caryle wistfully continued.

"I'd be trying to avoid my father for whatever reason, most likely because my brother did something." Duke Yale muttered. "At least, I had something to do."

"I would be riding, with my friends and writing poetry out by the lake." Prince Hain dreamed. It was quiet.

"Well, let's stop standing around and do what Roland has suggested." James said sorting through the swords. Guards had begun to gather around.

"Would you like armor?" A guard asked.

"Nah," Roland replied, "what's the fun in that? Losing a little blood didn't kill anybody." Forest frowned.

"Actually that is a main-"

"Sarcasm Forest. Not everything is so literal." Matthias explained to Forest as he ran his palm along the flat side of the sword. He blushed slightly. Little did they know Aurora was watching them, hiding out of sight. She was curious at what they did when she was locked away in her room.

"They should go home then." She muttered rolling her eyes.

"Come on, James. Show me what you got." Roland waved his sword around. James drew a sword, weighing it in his hands.

"You'll have to do." He told the sword with a shrug, walking to confront Roland. "I must warn you I'm quite good at sword fighting." Roland rolled his eyes at James confidence.

"I'm excellent." Then Roland lunged, and James barely parried the blow.

"Could you be civil for one moment, Roland?" He exclaimed.

"Not how I was trained." He then went and attacked mercilessly. Aurora watched the two go back and forth. James wasn't as aggressive, but his technique helped where he was lacking. Roland was an excellent fighter, but the more and more he got into the fight the sloppier he got, becoming unaware, but because he never stopped or hesitated like James, Prince James was beginning to falter. Roland kicked James legs out from under him earning an echoing cheer, as some passersby began watching filling the stands. Before James could get up, Roland held the sword just at his throat.