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had the sweet innocence of a child yet, being all of fifteen summers. To think I'd been jealous of the boy that I'd almost destroyed her in my haste. Please let it not be too late. I won’t let it be, yes the fault was mine and I will make reparation but no matter how she fought me she will return by my side as my beloved queen.
    "Jason, I think you're a fraud."
    "Your majesty?" We were both slightly out of breath and I must admit to being pleasantly surprised by the young man’s skill. Though no match for mine he was still above that which I had expected from one so young and with an impairment no less.
    "Yes, I think you use your impairment to lull others into a false sense of security but you're rather skilled with the sword. Your leg does not hamper you at all, does it?"
    He beamed with pride, his chest swelling at the praise and I could see why she loved him, why she had taken him under her wing. I had not been wrong in my assessment she did have a heart of gold.
    "The one who taught me said there's no fairness in fighting. I must use every trick, every advantage and always go in for the kill."
    "He taught you well." He was back to laughing again but I ignored it this time; instead, I thrust and parried. No longer hindered by my fear of causing him harm I found in him a worthy opponent who gave as good as he got. It had been some time since I’d enjoyed the sport as much, having been lost in my head these many days when I believed my beauty had wronged me.
    The loud scream came from out of nowhere and before I could react, I was attacked from behind. I barley had time to avoid the sword coming at my kidney but was not fast enough to avoid being tripped and falling to my arse. A sword was thrust as close to my throat as any had ever been and the most magnificent sight stood over me. "King or no, I will kill you if you touch my bother again." She was breathing fire and spitting mad as she gazed down upon me in all her fiery glory.
    I could not help the roar of laughter that escaped me and thankfully my quick reflexes saved my hide. It seemed my queen did not take kindly to being laughed at and tried to carry through with her threat to do me in.
    "You dare raise a sword against your king and husband?" I was on my feet and well out of her reach by this time.
    "I have no husband and my father is the only king I swear allegiance to. I see before me a scurvy dog."
    "RHIANNON, watch your tongue. I will make room for your tender feelings but had you addressed me as such in any company other than young Jason, I would've had to admonish you most severely." Such anger, such fire, such beauty. Yet I could not allow her to disrespect her king in such a manner. Her husband yes, for the way that he had so carelessly used her heart she could rail to her heart’s content. But to her king there must be complete obedience.
    "Think you I care? I care naught for you or your people and what they think. Go home to your concubine, I hope you catch the pox and your member rots off." My mouth fell open in shocked surprise. Where were these words coming from? The young maiden I had sent from my presence was a docile and genteel lady. One who had hardly spoken above a whisper in all the days and nights I had known her. It could not be that my one act of cruelty had unleashed this fire-breathing dragon that stood before me now.
    "There's your gentle bride." Jason whispered out of the side of his mouth to me, and well out of his sister’s hearing. The young pup was having a hard time keeping his laughter in check I could see even as she spat fire at me with her eyes.
    "Come away from there Jason before I run him through. It would be just like you to pick on a helpless innocent, you, you...mongrel."
    I rolled my eyes at her as I sheathed my sword; seems my little dove has the talons of an eagle and the sweet vocals of a harpy.
    "We were but sparring Rhiannon, your husband did not harm me."
    "Sparring, how came you to know him? he's only just