After breakfast, the red head swapped her flowy dress for a pair of leather pants, a shirt, some boots and a substantial amount of armor. She wondered why women couldn't dress like this everyday, it was so comfortable and refreshing. Eira had been slacking lately when it came to training and she knew her uncle would not let it slide so easily, she needed to pacify him somehow.
The princess walked out to the training grounds where she saw Zhelimir in his armor as well, already swinging his sword around. Next to him was Zander, who was giving his son instructions and helping him with his grip on the blade and with his posture every once in a while, as if Zhel was not already one of the best knights in the kingdom.
When the two blonde men saw the princess walking their way, they paused their training and turned to her. Eira could already see the disappointed look on Zander's face and the indifferent look of Zhelimir's. She was going to get an earful from them, she just knew it.
