Fair Princess by Macronomicon

Author:Macronomicon [Macronomicon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-08-13T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

A fist appeared from the bottom of Squirrel’s field of vision, and she twisted her knee, jerking her head to the side, allowing Jon’s hand to sail past her jaw ineffectively. The fist transformed into a claw that snagged the back of her neck, pulling her even further off balance as Jon delivered knee strikes to her stomach.

Squirrel warded them off with her forearms and sent a surge of strength into her legs, pushing forward in an attempt to knock Jon off balance. Jon let his knees fold and dropped backward, using his legs to send Squirrel flying, until she finally landed on her back, panting.

Jon came to stand above her, seemingly unwinded. “Not bad,” he admitted, wiping a bit of blood from his nose where Squirrel had gotten in a lucky shot. “Can you tell me what you did wrong?”

“Agreed to this deal?” Squirrel offered.

Jon stared down at her humorlessly, putting his handkerchief back in his pocket.

“Fine, I dodged in instead of out.”

“That’s not all,” Jon said, offering her his hand. “You relied on your remarkable strength and put all your weight on the one leg you had balanced when you rushed me. If I had kicked your knee at that exact moment, you’d be a cripple. Thank Baron Firelle that I’m forbidden from causing any more permanent harm to you.”

“Right, because he’s a beacon of mercy,” Squirrel said, rolling her eyes as she was brought to a stand. Sweat dampened the shirt she wore, and the soft sand of the practice field stuck to her skin.

“A deal’s a deal,” Jon said, brushing sand from himself. “Now get yourself cleaned up and ready for Ms. Jenette’s lesson.”

Squirrel brushed sand from herself and glanced up, catching the eye of the young man she’d held hostage earlier. He glowered and turned away, leaving her standing in the practice arena alone.

With a shrug, Squirrel walked to her room, where Jenette waited in front of a table fully set with a grandiose meal. Sitting to the right, at the head of the table, was Baron Firelle, and to his right was his wife, who watched Squirrel with innocent eyes.

Squirrel sighed, approaching the table.

“Do not sigh,” Jenette said, pulling the chair out for Squirrel. Squirrel straightened her back and sat in the chair, with Jenette leaning over her.

“Good afternoon, my lord,” Squirrel said, nodding to Firelle. “It’s lovely to have you join me for a meal.”

“The honor is mine, Your Highness,” Firelle said, nodding back to her before returning his attention to the food in front of him.

Marie fidgeted in her seat. “Oh, look at the color in her cheeks, my love,” she said, beaming. “She’s got the look I had when we went horseback riding so many years ago. What happened to put you in such a good mood?” Marie leaned forward inquisitively.

“I bloodied Jon’s nose today,” Squirrel said before popping a cube of meat into her mouth.

Marie paled, her fork going limp in her hand.

“Do not eat and speak at the same time.

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