Centuries Ago
"No, Zekel!!!" A lady ran, wearing a dark blue royal gown and a crown on her hair. Her grey silky hair fell down her back. She moved quickly toward the boy who was no older than sixteen years as she took the sword from him and dropped it immediately on the pavement of the garden as if he had just touched fire. It seemed the boy had been playing with it at the secret King and Queen chamber garden area.
"You know that this is too heavy and you would hurt yourself. What if the King hears about this or even worse sees you doing this?" She spoke as she held his shoulders, her eyes scanning him worriedly.
"Mother, don't bother. I don't know why you and Father are worried about me getting hurt. You forgot that a good swordsman would receive injury as training." He spoke in determination, and the Queen gave him a pointed look, making him look down in apology.
