"I'm trying but my body doesn't want to obey." Reginald pushed his tutor to the side. "I don't want to do this anymore. I don't like swords." He glared at the castle behind them. "I don't care what my father says." He spun to face his tutor, "Father doesn't understand me."
"Now, now. Let's do one more session and the we'll be done for the day. Come, get in position. Every gentleman must know how to handle himself in a duel." Sir Geoffrey positioned Reginald and took him through the moves.
No one noticed Reginald's youngest sister brandishing her wooden sword and mimicking every move with perfect precision.