"What do you think?" she asked him while doing a little twirl mid-air.
Marianne was currently in his throne room, the only place big enough to start her sword practice without potentially damaging anything of value in his castle. Also, everyone was currently sleeping in the Dark Forest and they didn't want to disturb the castle's inhabitants.
Bog was the only one awake, but that wasn't really a problem for him. His sleep schedule was so fucked up that he didn't care when or how he slept, or even if he did. His mother always complained and lectured him about adopting a more healthy lifestyle, but in the end he still slept when his body shut down.
Fortunately, that particular ability allowed him to share daylight with Marianne. They decided to meet in the afternoon until dusk so she could do her royal duties and not arise suspicions on her daily disappearances.
They decided to keep their strange friendship a secret, too. Only the goblins knew about the princess going in and out of the Forest, but as no fairy ever ventured there she was sure that her father would never know. And they were okay with it. It was like they were children again and shared a secret hideout from their parents were they were free and could play in peace.
The silly thought always made Bog snort at the stupidity of it.
"I convinced my pixies to help me make something comfortable for the training," she continued as she descended and stood in front of his seated form in the bone structure of the throne. "But they managed to make it girly at the same time. Do you think it's too much?" She opened her arms and twirled again to offer a view from every angle. She wore a sleeveless short tunic with leggins under them, the petals used on the bottom part of the set were of a dark brown color and the top a lighter reddish one, interlaced like scales around her body.
Bog looked at her petite form, not used to fairy anatomy. Her long limbs without any exoskeleton or scaled skin was weird to him, and clothes were a concept that evaded him even if his own mother used them daily.
"I don't know much about your fairy clothes," he confessed with a sigh, "but I guess it's okay? It… suits you."
Marianne blinked and smiled softly at his sincerity.
"Thanks."
A comfortable silence settled between them as they looked at each other. There was a certain peace in the company they kept each other, and both unconsciously basked on the sensation.
"Shall we?" he stood up and cracked his neck, sighing at the relief after sitting there for so long.
Marianne nodded and unsheathed the brand new sword she managed to steal from the castle's armoury.
"I follow you, teacher."
Bog snorted.