Two figures walked through the hallway headed to the training ground. One was trailing behind carrying some staff with difficulty while the other walked forward, his hands on his back while an evil smile got plastered on his face.
"Can't you help me instead of just smiling," Isadora said angrily. His armor was very heavy compared to the regular ones. His sword added on to the weight making her fatigued ten times than usual. But he just walked in front, taking the lead, unbothered by how she was faring. So this is the price I have to pay for dining with a prince! She thought.
"Why should I help you." He replied halting on his tracks. He now turned and faced her with that sweet yet cunning face of his and Isadora immediately knew what would happen next. "Unless you promise to give me something in return." He flashed that evil smile of his as dirty thoughts ran through his mind.
