The little knight
A guest asked for a oneshot of Charming and Neal practicing sword fighting.
And move that foot a little more forward…" Charming said, gently nudging his son's foot forward slightly. "That way when I do this," Charming said, gently poking Neal with the handle end of his wooden sword. "You don't fall back, see?" Neal nodded, concentrating on not moving. "So, what do you say Sir Neal, ready for another spar?" Neal grinned.
"You're on!" He said enthusiastically. Charming chuckled, stepping back and bowing. His son lunged at him quickly. Charming could easily have Neal unarmed in about two seconds flat, but where was the fun in that? The look Neal gave when he was concentrating, it was absolutely adorable. He was so proud of his son. Barely five years old and he was already a little knight in the making. Neal had been begging him to learn sword fighting for ages. Charming had decided his son was ready now, and was glad he had. It was nice to have time to bond with him over something he loved so much.
"Gotcha!" Neal squealed loudly, pointing his wooden sword at Charming's chest. Charming held his hands up.
"You got me Young Prince! I surrender! Do you accept?" Neal giggled as he nodded.
"Ah good. Otherwise I wouldn't get to do this!" Charming announced, picking Neal up and spinning him around in the air. Neal squealed in delight before Charming set him down.
"Well young sir, I do believe your mom will have dinner ready soon. Shall we go inside and be the chivalrous knights that we are and help her set the table.
"Yeah!" Neal said, happily taking his dad's hand. He had no idea what chivalrous meant, but if it had something to do with being a knight with him then it had to be good!