"Ha ha"
I moved the sword once more in the air with a flip. My hands were getting more and more comfortable with its movements.
"I wish i could have a sparring partner here!!" I mumbled as I turned and practiced wielding again. My hair had long turned messy and my dress was covered with mud. But the heat was just motivating me to do a bit more.
"So, It's you who was practicing here." I nearly jumped out on hearing this voice.
So my doubt was correct. He was keeping an eye on me.
"Daddy"
"Come here, Abigail. We need to talk about a lot of things"
I gulped as I walked towards him holding my dress tightly, my fingers were formed into fists. He sat on the chair in the gazebo as his eyes looked intently at my every action.
"Will you tell me the truth now, Abigail?" he asked in his deep and intimidating voice.
"I am just trying to do some extra practice, daddy" though it was not complete truth, it was still truth.
"Why are you training here while hiding from everyone?"
