Murtagh walked into the throne room, but paused when he saw the elf standing, arms behind her back, to the left of the sitting king. "Murtagh, I believe you have met our new friend Jiaqui before, however not so formally," he introduced.
Murtagh nodded at her, who held her emotionless mask. "Yes, we have. If you don't mind my asking, was there any other meaning than introductions for my summoning? I was in the middle of my training."
"Good, good. I assume you've said your goodbyes to them then," Galbitorix said amused.
"Sire?"
"Jiaqui will be your trainer from now on."
"But sire, won't I see my former trainers on the fields then?"
"I hope not. I've ordered them all killed," and the king smiled a bit.
"I have not agreed to this," Jiaqui spoke calmly for the first time.
"You don't have a choice!" the king roared from his throne.
"I'm just stating it is a waste of my talents. I would be more helpful on the battlefield," she retained her composure.
"All in due time, dear elf."
Murtagh looked between the two for a minute before deciding to address the one sitting. "When do I start?" The king looked expectantly towards the elf.
"Tomorrow at dawn."
And at that the young human left.
