Knight of Skies

Chapter 3: A Squire of Words

My foot goes to Lark's stomach pushing him back. The male falls to the ground with an oomph before commencing his series of unbreakable whines.

I laugh wholeheartedly walking over to him and leaning on my knees, great sword in its sheath.

"I thought we were sparring, Tamen."

"We are sparring," I reply with a cheeky grin on my lips, and a hand offered to the other.

"A kick to the groin isn't sparring."

"I did not hit your groin, Lark." He grabs my hand and uses my shoulder as support once standing.

"Gods," he lifts his shirt exposing a red mark. His honey gaze turns sharp and lands on me, "Tamen it will bruise!"

I shrug begging my smile not to widen, "You said you'd help me." I pick up his fallen sword and hand it to him, "Are you sure you're the Ser Rodrick's squire."

My friend's gaze only glowers, and his sword once again points at me.

I unsheathe my own once more and allow my left foot to lead. The wind blows causing the slightest of chimes to be released by my sword before Lark moves forward with a strike from above. I move away dodging the oberhau bringing my blade down on his with pressure. I thrust forward. The tip of my blade rests beside a curly brown lock, and my gaze follows a sweat bead down his temple.

Our gazes lock as we both wait, he debates.

I've won, but Lark is fast and can always find a way to turn the tables even after the battle has ended.

"Boys," The approaching Ser Rodrick's voice barely cuts through the tension, and he is forced to call for us once more. "Lark, Tamen!"

"Yes, my Lord." We respond, brown gaze still dancing with honey.

"Part."

We do so smiling, and Lark falls to the ground heaving. I stand straight greeting Ser Rodrick with a slight bow.

The man stares at his squire shaking his head, "You can't even greet me properly can you, Boy?"

Lark allows his arms to support him, and he winks at his lord, and the man tries to hide it, but the blush doesn't escape me. I smile at the two lovers.

"You two fought well." I look behind me at the sound of the voice, and Ser Willis approaches. I merely nod at the man.

"By your attitude, I take that you still want to fight, Tamen." Ser Rodrick drawls his sentence in discomfort. "I heard from the others." He glances at Lark, who returns his stare with a guilty smile.

The male stands and goes next to his knight. "Spare me, he's a mule," I catch my friend whisper to his lover.

"All is well Rodrick," a strong and firm hand lands on my shoulder, "I raised the boy, I don't mind sparring with him."

My eyes widen, and I turn on my heel to face Ser Willis, "Are you speaking the truth?"

"I am left with no choice. I raised you; I should know better."

"And if I win you are keeping your end of the deal?"

"If you win Tamen, if."

"You're giving in to the boy Willis?" Ser Corstel approaches along with Ser Rae.

Ser Willis smiles and nods, "What can I say, I spoil him."

Ser Rae laughs, "Not as much as Rodrick does to Lark."

"I'd appreciate if everyone would stop commenting on my life choices," Ser Rodrick states firmly, and the other men find it amusing as they do everything.