2 parts Complete Mature"Pathetic." His father breathes out. Charming scoffs and pushes the elder's sword away, bending down to grip his knees, regaining his breath.
"I'm better than most the kingdom, I wager on it. I just can't beat you." Charming spits out.
"You haven't gone against anybody but me, so how would you know?" His father's bulbous body passes in front of him towards the sitting quarters, skin red and flaming.
"If I'd be allowed to leave my quarters freely, maybe I'd have someone else to practice with so I wouldn't take up your precious time, your majesty." He straightens up and walks over by his father, sitting down without being told.
"You offend me, son. Do you not think I cherish these sessions?" Charming lifted an accusing brow, disbelief written plainly on his face. The King shook his head, exasperated.