WHO: Cedar, Hakon WHAT: Venting some frustrations (punching Hakon) WHEN: In the fallout of dad's death WHERE: Castle training yard WARNINGS: Pugilistic violence
The message came clear as day through Hakon's gem as soon as Sebastian informed them how Uther had survived the way--and been immediately knocked back into it. "Meet me in the yard, Hakon." Cedar's voice was frustrated, angry, and looking for a way to vent. This was the best excuse she'd found.
The 'yard' was for training, lined with targets, dummies, wooden and weighted implements, and wide open spaces for sparring. Cedar had shucked her armor in favor of worn training clothes, light leather and simple cotton cut for easy movement. Her shield sat nearby, but it wasn't going to star in this fight. Instead, the young woman was wrapping her hands, intent on taking the fight directly to Hakon's face. Or solar plexus. Wherever he left himself open, really.
Guards hung about on the periphery, increasing her annoyance, but she could do little about them. They were under Mira's orders, and she didn't have the authority to go over her sister's head. At the very least they couldn't stop her getting her shit kicked in by another royal sibling, though if she had her way she'd win.