“Woah.” Max darted away from me.
“Arthur?” I shifted my eyes on the elderly man, inspecting him.
I shouldn’t have done that.
“Yes?” Arthur said, sending a devious smile my way.
“Grandpa, this is Andrea, you’ll be training her.”
“Your Majesty, I’m sorry but I don’t need training.”
“Andre-”
“Nope, I get it,” Arthur interjected. “I’m an old guy on a wheelchair but what if I told you it was temporary.”
“It’s still a no.”
“What do you mean?” He argued. “I’m one of the best fighters they have here!”
I wait for Max to say something.
“It’s true,” He replied smugly. “He was the best fighter of his generation and he even got invited here to be rewarded for his effort within the war and that’s how my parents met. I’m surprised you didn’t know.”
“So one of the best fighters here is an ol
