Eleanor's POV

They must be instructors, them all!

King Arthur walked up to me with a smirk on his lips. My legs were about to shake but I tightened up myself, picking up the greatest courage and confidence I haven't in a long while.

“Young man,” he sniffed around me.

“Yes sir!”

He raised his hand towards my head and the next thing I felt was a hit. My feminine trait wanted to come on, the groan nearly slipped out of my tongue but I quickly suppressed my emotions, the pains and anger, feigning courage.

“Is that the right name to call me? The king?”

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