Yey Finally doing an IggyxReader! England's my 2nd fave character. This story takes place in the medieval times. So there maybe old english and deep words and also no modern things to expect.
I woke up by the hasty shake on my shoulder. "(Name), wake up! It's time for your training." The voice said. I groggily stood up from the hard stone cold floor. I picked up my thin shirt and head towards the door to follow the voice. As I opened the door to the early morning sky. The sky was a beautiful purplish blue. Saying it was still early.
"Make haste, (Name), It is time for your training" I looked at the owner of the voice, which is my adoptive brother; Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. He gladly accepted me under his wings with another little girl, Maria. He taught me how to wield a sword back when I was eleven.
Now that I am eighteen, I have excelled properly without any setbacks. Which is, I may say, Antonio is the best teacher. I sometimes wonder why he was never recruited in the house Kirkland. I realized that I have thought of it out loud.
"Have I not told you before? I would. Rather. Die. Than. Serving. To. Some. Royal. Brats. And. They. Are. A. Pain. In. The. Arse!" He said between attacks. Pitiful me because I have to think fast in order to block his attack. "I make clear, si?" He said as he laid down on the soft grass.
"But why?" I asked as I sat crosslegged on the dewet fields. He sighed "Because, if they're worthy rulers, we shoud not suffer under such extreme poverty. "He says. I stood up amd picked up my wooden sword and pointed it to him "Come now dear brother, we shall practice" Amused at my actions , he picked up his wooden sword and he lunged at me.
I chose Spain to be your Big Bro 'cuz Spain's the type of dude I want as my Big brother. Uhm... Without the Pedo side of him thoug... Ehm