TITLE: All's Fair
GENRE: YA Fantasy
The princess dug her boot into the snow as she pushed against the force of the man's blade. Their hilts clashed, the tip of his sword dangerously close to her throat. Pain shot through her arm. She grunted as she thrust forward and shoved the metal away. There was a flash, and she ducked. His blade whizzed over her head, and she swept his feet out from under him. A plume of steamy air erupted from his mouth as he landed on his back, and the princess touched the tip of her sword to the flesh just below his ear.
"The match goes to Princess Fawn!" shouted Duke Ellroy, Savara's training master. He clapped her on the shoulder, and Hunter of Sapphire Lake whistled from the circle of trainees behind the practice ring. "Fawn's experience makes her an ideal assistant, but you're all capable of what she just demonstrated. Next pair, let's go!"
Fawn pulled her opponent, Kyle of Beryl Moor, to his feet. The princess insisted on sparring at least once per lesson; it kept her limber, and the trainees loved to watch their future queen fight.
She walked back to the circle of trainees and sheathed her broadsword. It had been made for her by the finest Metal Crafter in Savara, and its length and balance were perfect. She hadn't gone anywhere without the weathered scabbard at her waist for two years--since she returned from the last battle in Darkrest.