AN:
This is my first drabble. I hope you like it!
I grabbed my steel sword and went to the courtyard with my teacher, Mr. Avalon.
"Sir," I said, trying my best to not seem shy, "Are we practising sword fighting?"
He shook his dirty blonde hair out of his eyes and looked at me.
It may be weird how I was just in eighth grade and he was in college, plus he was my father's best knight. My imagination was full of foolish dreams—he would never like an eighth grader, especially not one like me.
He flipped his hair once more. I blamed those stupid bangs.
"Will you stop flipping your hair?" I blurted out accidentally.
He stopped and stared at me.
"Does it bug you, princess? Is it too distracting?" he asked. I chose to ignore his last sentence.
Awkward silence.
"Well, I'm sorry, I guess. Let's get to work today, shall we?" he said proudly.
"Don't rub in, pretty boy." I mumbled. He didn't hear, or at least pretended not to, and brought out his Master Sword.
It was a gorgeous, silver colour with an indigo hilt that reminded me of the night sky. But then again, his eyes reminded me of the night sky as well.
A pretty, dark blue.
Immediately, he pointed the tip of his blade at my neck.
"What do you do?" He asked.
I was caught off-guard and just stood there, frozen.
He smirked.
"Were you practising? Or painting your nails, Your Highness?" His stupid smirk grew wider.
I blushed. How did he know? Was he...was he a stalker? I thought incredulously.
I took my sword and slowly pulled it up a little bit. Then, I quickly hit his sword away from me. Right after, he knocked my sword out of my hand and dropped his. He picked me up and smirked- that stupid smirk...
It grew wider as he said,
"I guess you have been painting your nails."
FINI