Despite giving it everything he had, Prince William found himself flat on his back on the training room floor, the girl’s wooden sword pressed against his chest.
His eyes were wide as he stared into eyes bluer than a winter sky and a face just as coldly intense. “I concede,” he said. “This round is yours.”
She nodded once.
“How did you beat me so easily?”
“You rely on your strength and size. I used it against you.”
“Can you teach me that?”
He looked away.
“You have strength and size. You must learn to use that.”