As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, bathing the training grounds in a soft golden hue, Philippa found herself once again at the side of Lady Ruth, her sword in hand. Her body ached from the previous day's rigorous training, but her determination was unwavering.
Lady Ruth stood tall, her commanding presence enough to inspire awe. "Again!" she barked, her voice cutting through the morning air, and the grueling training session commenced.
With every swing of the sword, Philippa felt the weight of Lady Ruth's expectations upon her.
As the sun climbed higher, Philippa panted, her legs wobbled like jelly, and her arms felt like lead after another intense training session with Lady Ruth. Collapsing to the ground, she lay sprawled, staring at the sky, gasping for air like a fish out of water.
