Honourbound

“C’mon Tim. Take this seriously,” Kon says, lifting his own sword in warning that he was going to take another swing, taking the whole tough-love, learning-through-action approach seriously, and Tim knows that he’s going to swing whether Tim is ready or not, even if it won’t be with his full strength.“You know this is a waste of time,” he says, shaking himself loose as he hefts his sword once more, blade tip angled up, shield leaning a little too heavy into his shoulder to really hammer home the façade that he’s a beginner and not having been wielding a short-sword longer than Kon has fitted into armour.“It’s a precaution—”“That I don’t need,” Tim says, for what feels like the umpteenth time. “Father has already doubled the guards on the wall, and every door in and out of the castle has at least two armed guards. I’m not allowed to leave the castle grounds without guards and I’m not even the one that our supposed enemy are targeting.Or: There’s a threat against the Royal Family. Tim knows more than he’s letting on to his friends.