Aly was already dressed when the first bell went in the morning. She quickly woke up Nawat, leaving him to get dressed and went to breakfast. She then delivered Jnr. to the nurses who would be babysitting her. From there she made her way through the many blue corridors to the treaty room. This was hopefully, where the peace treaty would be signed. Jonathon arrived just as the second bell rang and everyone rose promptly to bow.

After the formal introductions, they began to talk of their trades and main money sources. Aly listened in and voiced her opinion when she thought it was need. They got through many things organising what the countries would stock themselves in from the other. Because of the amount achieved that morning, they were graciously given the afternoon off.

Aly was walking around the gardens when she saw her Da. Seeing her coming he contemplated hiding but decided against it when he saw the look on her face.

"I don't like that grin lass. It makes people think you're up to no good." Aly battered her eyelashes, all innocence.

"What smile Da? I'm simply happy to see you." George snorted.

"Aye, happy to see me. So spit it out."

"Spit what out?" Aly asked, still feigning innocence.

"Whatever your brilliant plan is."

"Da. don't flatter me so, you're making me blush. But OK, I propose a game."

"A game?"

"Yes, a game. Five rounds, Dagger throwing, Archery, Hand-to-Hand combat and Armed combat. And finally Dare."

"Dare? Oh, I'm not too sure of that, lass."

"Come on Da, we both name a person and we race. First one back here with that persons diary wins." George looked at her suspiciously then grinned.

"Why not. So, when do we start?" Aly grinned.

"Ten minutes."

"Deal."

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"Come on Da, you're getting slow." Aly called out as George made his way towards her. They had agreed to meet just outside the Royal Forest and Aly had been waiting a while for her father to turn up. She was broken out of her reverie by her fathers mocking voice.

"Is that so m'dear?"

"Da, you've got to be at least fifty by now. That makes you old."

"We'll see. Shall we begin? Dagger throwing first?"

"Of course." She said, and then fluttering her eyelashes continued, "But please, kind sir, after you." George bowed then began walking towards the Archery yard. As he walked past Aly he heard a distinct mutter of "Old man." Hearing this George laughed.

When they reached the Archery yard they set up a target and stood back 50 feet.

"So, old codger, elderly first?" Aly once again grinned.

"Of course." He replied and stood forward. "Best of five?"

"Right in one." She confirmed. George smiled and threw his five daggers. All but one landed in the centre and the last one, just outside.

"That's old codgerness for you lass."

"No," Aly disagreed, "This is." She continued as she picked up her leg and placed her foot firmly in her father's stomach. George's block was about a second too slow. Aly laughed.

""Now, it's my turn." Aly got into position with her legs spread shoulder width apart with her left leg forward slightly. She threw, and of course the dagger landed dead centre. The next three followed exactly.

"So Da, what do you think of that?"

"Don't get cocky lass, you still have one more dagger."

"Fine." Aly said getting back into position to throw.