Lance Ryder, royal prince of one of the most well known kingdom in the area, was pouting and glaring at his fighting tutor as he sat criss cross apple sauce on the chair. "Prince Ryder, please." The elder tutor sighed, obviously annoyed by the blatant accusation on Lance's face. "We're suppose to be practicing today." He muttered grumpily, looking away as his tutor glanced over at him. The tutor sighed and rubbed his temples a bit. "I already told you, we are having a visitor." Lance scoffed at the excuse. He stood up from his seat, stretching out his legs as both of them have fallen asleep. The tutor eyed him warily, and Lance just shrugged. He then walked around the tutor, as if pretending to exit the room. "Where are you going?" Lance shrugged once more. "Out. I'll go greet the new guest, or something." He muttered, but as soon as he was done, he immediately struck out. His hands had one goal: to grab the sword that his tutor held precariously at his waist. Lance cheered as the grasped the handle and immediately ran out with the sword. Sure, his tutor was a better fighter, but Lance was younger and faster. It was great. He laughed gleefully as he ran down the hallways, his tutor screaming from behind him. "PRINCE RYDER. COME BACK, OR I SWEAR, I WILL KILL YOU." The threat only caused Lance to laugh harder, and he immediately made a sharp turn around a hallway. As soon as he did, he ducked into a small opening - a secret passage way he had found when he was just a child - and then he climbed through it. He knew his tutor had no way of finding him now. Lance smiled and sat down for a moment. He held the sword delicately in his arms. He knew one wrong move, and the blade could easily slice him open. He loved this sword, and he desperately wanted to inherit it from his tutor. Technically, it was his, but he wasn't allowed to have it yet, because he was immature or something. Lance snorted - yeah right. The red headed prince then decided to exit from the small opening he was crouched in. He looked around, just to make sure that the tutor was no where around. Once all signs were clear, Lance stood up. He stretches out once more and swung the sword, as if placing it into a scabbard strapped to his waist. Of course, he had known. But Lance liked feeling like he had one. Afterwards, he made his way to the courtyard. He couldn't care less for a new guest. They often come and go anyways. What he could care about was sword fighting and the feel of the blade in his hands. It was blissful fun.