Korbyn Macintosh's Story

It was like a dream, floating and feeling the soft air flow through her fingertips. Oh wait...this was a dream. Maya knew this as well as her conscious. But what what wrong with dreaming? Nothing. Because one moment your falling on clouds the next you wake to the bright sun, Maya hated this feeling and she wished as everyone else did that she could dream forever for this was the place most sacred to her. No one could enter her mind in this state and for once she could get her imagination to turn it's clocks without having to have them be shut off by her mother, for her imagination was crushed when she was but a child. Maya woke to the bright sun, groaning as she tossed and turned over in her soft feathery bed. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she realized her dream wasn't as great as it would have seemed. Maya shook the thought away perhaps it was just the sun heating her skin? As it normally did. Maya knew she was one of the tannest girls in Myru but it was just the hours of training and hunting she had done to make herself this way. Maya's self conscious told her to get up but she could stay in her bed all day if she wished and she did very much wish she could stay. But just as she was about to fall back asleep a sharp knock on the door made her narrow her eyes over at it, a grumble turned into a sigh. "What is it?!" she grumbled as the sharp knocking sounded again. Before Maya could even straighten her mother enterered the room, her eyes narrowed, her chin pointed in the highly directed way, as her eyes drifted on her still waking daughter. Two slaves entered the room, one a dark skinned man that was Maya's slave the other was The Empress's. "Mother? Why do you wake me so early in the morning?" Maya grumbled, covering her self with the sheets as the slaves and her mother entered. The Empress crossed her arms, clearly not amused. "You were suppose to take the hunt patrol out this morning and yet you lay sprawled on your bed like you just fought a war." Her mother said in her high shrill voice. Maya sighed and brushed an annoying piece of hair out of her face, "It feels like I've been fighting a war." she mumbled under her breath, her mother narrowed her eyes and raised a hand to slap Maya but instead clenched her teeth. "Just get dressed and meet me downstairs when your done." she growled and went out of the room. Maya's slave stayed in the doorway watching her with curious dark eyes. "Your dismissed. I don't need help getting dressed." Maya growled and the slave bowed his head and left the room silently. As soon as the door was shut Maya stretched and got herself up and out of the bed, she didn't feel like denying her mother this morning as she grabbed a light chainmill shirt, she quickly put the chain mill over her undergarments and then put a tight pair of leather pants. It wasn't much but it would do for today. She quickly put her hair up into a small bun, looking at herself in the mirror. With a shrug she quickly put on her boots and dispersed down the stairs. "Now what is it?" Maya demanded looking her mother up and down. The Empress took a quick glance over at Maya, doing the same. "Go and do your duties, the patrol is waiting to be taken out." The Empress said with her head tilted high. Maya raised a hand and rubbed the back of her neck. "Yes, Empress." Maya said with a bow, she quickly left the castle she hated so much and before going to where the patrol was she entered the blacksmith's part of the shop. The woman worked quickly and swiftly on a nice looking sword. She looked up, "Why good morning, Maya. What can I do for you?" she asked calmly. A young man came in with a few daggers and sat them down, looking up at Maya but not looking her in the eye. He quickly dismissed himself with a bow from the room and the blacksmith narrowed her eyes but said nothing. Maya looked back at the woman, "You made the belt I presume?" she asked calmly. The blacksmith nodded and handed her a fine black belt with silver edging. Maya smiled at the work and quickly wrapped it around her chain mill, she placed the scabbard and sword in it's place on the belt and did a twirl, the belt looked good. The blacksmith nodded with a smile. "Looks great." she commented. Maya nodded and thanked the Blacksmith as she quickly left the shop, Maya headed towards the patrol, nodding politely to other women as she passed.

Korybn had been up long before the sun rose, dressing in a decently clean white linen shirt and matching pants. A brown leather string was tied around his neck, a black pendant hanging off of it, marking him as a royal slave. Compared to other men in the kingdom, he had a good life, meals were provided and his living arrangements were superb, although nothing in comparison to how his empress and her daughter lived. Working in the palace was among the highest of privileges, any man would be lucky to even set foot through its grand doors Korybn worked directly for the Empress's daughter, Maya, and the Empress herself. The elegant queen had summoned him a few moments ago, along with her personal slave to go and wake the sleeping princess.

Korybn walked at the Empress' side, two steps behind her, as he had been taught. His hands were behind his back, eyes focused on the floor as they came to Maya's room, knocking on the door. As the Empress entered, so did the two slaves, pulling the curtains all the way open. The queen and her slave left, leaving only Maya and Korybn. Before he could kindly greet his mistress she dismissed him gruffly, sending him away.

"Of course, ma'am." He said softly, bowing as he walked out of the room.

It only took the princess a few minutes to dress and do her hair before leaving to go on a hunting patrol. Korybn watched her go, a towel in his hands he had been using to wipe down doorknobs. With a sigh he draped the rag over one shoulder and headed back to her room. Entering he went straight to work, making her bed pristine once more, picking up clothes and dusting quickly. Being alone for too long could result in serious punishment so it was in his best interest to serve the Empress until Maya returned.

He'd been in the palace for years now, moving up from a simple kitchen slave and up the ranks, until finding himself with Maya. Korybn couldn't complain, he was in a great position and thought of her as a friend. Though he knew the feeling wasn't mutual, he was just a slave in her eyes. Walking to the kitchen he found the Empress sitting at the dining table, a cup in hand. Korybn bowed as he entered, coming to stand next to her respectfully keeping his distance.

"How may I be of service, my majesty?" His voice was soft, but held a thick timbre tone that could loud. "Maya is on patrol and I've cleaned her room." He added.

Standing at the Empress' side, Korbyn looked around, absentmindedly studying the dining hall. The intricate designs on the walls caught his eyes, gaze lingering on the patterns engraved in the marble pillars holding the high vaulted ceilings. Feeling a glare burn in to his dark skin, the man looked back to the Empress, stiffening up as he found her looking towards him from over her shoulder. Dropping his gaze to the floor, Korbyn respectfully looked away, bowing his head in a silent apology for losing focus.

"Tea, Korbyn, try not to get lost on the way back from the kitchen." The Empress ordered, obviously annoyed and it wasn't even ten o'clock.

"Right away, Empress." Korbyn obeyed softly.

Moving forward he picked up the cup she had been drinking from, bowing as he left the room silently. Once out of ear shot he sighed knowing good and well that this reflection of behavior was unacceptable. Women were the center of attention at all times, their needs outranking anything and everything. Korbyn understood this, but sometimes he just wanted to be asked how his day was going or if he was doing okay. It was a lot to ask, especially from the Empress, such blasphemy spoken aloud would get him in loads of trouble.

Reaching the kitchen, Korbyn greeted some of the other male slaves, smiling to one who did dishes and nodding his head towards another preparing food under the watchful eye of a female overseer. They weren't allowed alone and often were kept on constant watch to prevent uprisings or rebellions. Bringing the tea cup to a counter next to a pot and gently setting it down Korbyn poured the steaming liquid in to the cup, filling it almost to the top. Setting the tea pot back where he found it, Korbyn picked up the Empress' cup and turned around to bring it back, hoping he hadn't kept the queen waiting for too long.

Upon turning Korbyn's elbow knocked against the wall next to the counter, jostling the cup from his hands. In any other instance, a small slip up like this one could be overlooked, a simple slap on the wrist and firm scolding to be more carefully, but not this time. The slave had such perfectly horrible timing, the overseer having walked by him as the cup of hot tea slipped from his hands and on to her arm and side. Her scream of agony carrying through the grand halls of the palace, alerting others of her distress. Korbyn's heart sank, dropping to the very bottoms of his feet and probably sinking down in to Hell itself. The cry of pain coming fro the woman made his head spin and stomach knot in fear.

The slave dropped to his knees instantly, grabbing for the towel that had fallen from her hands, lifting it back up off the floor in an attempt to dab the hot tea off of her skin. Before he could comprehend what had happened, the overseer had back handed him across the face, Korbyn's head whipping to the side as stars swirled in his vision. Pain radiated from the right side of his face, hundreds of tiny pin pricks making his cheek tingle unpleasantly. Dazed and confused, while still on his knees, Korbyn lowered his head to the floor, pressing his forehead against the cool tiles, his hands on either side of his head.

"Forgive me," Korbyn pleaded, clenching his teeth together.

"Filthy rat." The female overseer spat, two more women appearing from the kitchen doorway.

One gingerly guided the overseer away, looking over the minor burns the tea had inflicted, the other having stayed to deal with the clumsy servant. The woman stood towering over Korbyn, obviously infuriated with his actions. The man did not move from his submissive bow, waiting for a command to stand. A finger tapped his shoulder and the dark skinned male looked up slowly, the woman gesturing for him to rise. Doing as told, Korbyn stood, eyes adverted to the floor. He made no attempt to plead his innocence or try to convince her it was just a mere accident. They didn't care. One of their own had gotten hurt and he would have to pay for his stupidity.

Grasping an arm firmly the woman wrenched his hands forward and together, removing a pair of light weight iron shackles from her belt, securing them to his wrists before shoving him forward, pushing him out of the kitchen. The other men in the kitchen did their chores obediently, keeping their heads down to avoid the women's wrath, though they sent Korbyn sympathetic looks as he passed by. It was all they could do for him unless they wanted to share his punishment.

"Keep walking" The woman hit Korbyn in the back of the head, giving his shoulder a nudge to keep him going at a steady walk.

Traversing the long corridors and halls he was finally ordered to stop, coming to stand outside of a cell door. Why would they bring me here? Korbyn thought to himself in bewilderment. Usually he'd be taken outside, forced to kneel btween two posts that he was tied to by his wrists, receive his lashings, and return to normal work, why in the world had they brought him to the dungeon?

"Maya shall deal with your punishment upon her arrival back from patrol." The woman explained as she used a key to unlocked the cell door and shove him in to the prison forcefully, causing him to fall.

Unable to catch himself with his hands, Korbyn landed on his side, shoulder scraping against the cold cobblestone floor. He lay there, flinching as the door clanged shut and was locked, the woman heading back upstairs. Gritting his teeth, the man sat up, holding back a groan of pain as he looked at his scraped up shoulder and felt the dull sting that still flared from his cheek. Maya was not going to be very happy with him when she got back ad Korbyn was not looking forward for his impending punishment.

"Idiot." He scoffed at himself.

(OOC: Hey Guys Sorry for not posting for a while! I've had some work lately and mostly because of being lazy. XP)



Maya continued to wonder through the town, she recognized a few women from here and there. She recognized Jean as she helped a young girl and her brother get some medicine. This was life and now that Maya could finally breathe her steps were taken in stride. This was life and to Maya it seemed things couldn't get much better than this. Though she noticed on her way to the patrol a young man tied to a pole, she also noticed a women whom she didn't know quietly talking to the man, Marcus, Maya believed was his name. She'd heard of the trouble maker and thought nothing of him, only the wish to beat that usual smirk off his face. But it wasn't much of a rule for men to smile though it made Maya rather irritated. Still Maya continued towards the patrol, she found her small patrol waiting and indeed they were ready. "Good morning, Maya." some would say, others would nod politely. Maya would occasionally return the gesture but sometimes she would not. Maya looked over to see her dark roan colored stallion waiting as one of the women soldiers held a tight grip on the reins. Maya didn't like men very much but for some reason male horses were a bit different they were kind and sweet, Maya liked a good battle once in a while with trying to ride Asher. Asher pricked his ears and looked over at her, whining softly as he began to paw at the ground. "Easy, Asher." Maya cooed, patting the horse affectionately on the nose. Some of the women in the patrol would smile or just shake their head in disapproval at Maya's affection for the horse. It wasn't against the rules for Maya to show affection with the horse she grew up with. "Alright, ladies. Let's see whats waiting out in the woods for us today shall we?" Maya said and with a graceful swing she climbed atop Asher, placing her self on the saddle and gripping the reins with one hand. Murmurs of agreement followed after and soon Maya was galloping off towards the woods, across the field as the others followed shortly after they mounted their horses. Maya and the patrol had found nothing for a while, they passed the creek and an occasional knocked over tree blocked their path. Signs of some of the large beasts that roamed Myru were spotted but Maya wouldn't take much heed to worry so much about them. Tall tales were some of the most recent stories, Maya could remember thinking they were but a myth. But Maya had seen some of the beasts and they were not to be trifled with.

A few minutes later Maya climbed down Asher's back, she tied his reins to a fallen tree, patting him on the nose once more before she left and went over to the other women who had climbed off of their horses back's as well. "We should split up, in case we missed something. Go over the area once more and make sure nothing gets past our borders." Maya said, heads were nodded in agreement and soon Maya found herself getting back on Asher, riding off in a different direction with 4 other women following. A distant howl sounded and Asher pricked his ears, prancing nervously around on the ground and making some of the dirt clumps come up from the ground. "Easy, Asher." Maya murmured softly in his large ears. But still Asher continued to prance. Maya signaled to two of the women as they both jumped down from their horses, swords drawn as they entered the bush. After a few seconds of silence Maya practically jumped as a scream sounded. In a flash Maya sprang down from her horse and ran over into the bushes to see what was amiss. A large wolf, the practical size of a horse was close to a young man, it's fangs were bared a knife was stuck in its shoulder. Maya had already drawn her sword as she narrowed her light hazel/green eyes in it's direction. The two women that had gone into the bushes surrounded the wolf, they cared more about defeating it then protecting the boy. The boy's chest was bleeding, badly as blood flowed down the open scars on his chest, his shirt torn and ragged. Maya felt the tension in the air as the wolf lunged for her and she rolled swiftly out of the way, however the wolf had turned his head and caught Maya's back. A warm flow of blood trailed down Maya's back as a large gash was formed on her back. Maya felt pain spread up her back as nerves went nuts to try and figure out where the pain was coming from. Maya was now alive and awake and she felt battle ready. Getting her footing right Maya turned her feet and quickly met face to face with the large grey wolf, she could feel it's hot breath against her face. Maya stared into the wolf's eyes as she lunged and felt the sword thrust into the wolf's heart, the light grew dark in it's eyes as it feel beside Maya, soon it's eyes glazed over and it was dead, no longer alive. Maya drew the sword from the wolf and wiped the access blood on the grass beneath her. The boy with the scars looked frightened and Maya looked over at him, her eyes narrowed. "What are you doing out here? You know slaves aren't aloud to be out here, especially not with a knife!" One of the women screeched and back handed him across the face. The boy winced as he felt no tears run down his cheek for he had spent them all on the pain of the scars. Maya raised a hand, "Enough! We will take him to the village. If someone claims him then he will be theirs if not he will be on auction." she grumbled. The women who back handed him nodded, narrowing her eyes at the boy and feeling she wanted to hit him again. But she refrained herself and grabbed the boy by his collar and throwing him on her horse, he looked like something the girls had shot and was taking to the village to be sold. Maya smirked at her own thoughtful comment but quickly climbed back on Asher as the patrol got back together and rode off towards the village.

The patrol reached the village in a short few minutes, the boy was put into a cell in the castle, until they could do further with him. Maya was about to sit and eat something when a women of the castle came over and whispered about Korbyn and what he had done. Maya's rage turned into quiet frustration. She nodded and thanked the women for telling her. Maya made her way down to where Korbyn sat, his arms were shackled and he sat quietly in the cell. "I won't always be here to cover for your mistakes." Maya murmured calmly to Korbyn, she'd had a long day and didn't want to stress over a small cup spill. If it had been any other women Korbyn probably would have gotten good lashes. But to Maya Korbyn was a faithful slave whom she'd practically grew up with. She had no other feelings than slight pity from time to time but in occasion's like this it was rare. "Your off the hook this time, just don't slip up again." she growled between clenched teeth, for a good measure Maya gripped his wrist tightly as she took off the shackles and released the royal slave. "Get back to work." she grumbled and walked past him, going back up the stairs, clearly not happy with the situation. As Maya arrived back up the stairs she soon found her mind reeling back to the boy they had found in the woods. She had so many questions and she decided to take a visit. Maya turned to find herself looking back for Korbyn. She found him in a matter of minutes. "Come with me. I have a job to do and would like you to be present." she murmured, giving no hint of emotion. Without waiting for a reply Maya headed back down the stairs and towards the cell the boy was in.

Korbyn looked up at Maya as she came down the stairs, his heart thundering in his chest as if a horse galloped in its place. Her soft words comforted him, a slow and thankful smile. Quickly he corrected himself, his expression blank as she told him not to mess up again. Korbyn gasped as she squeezed his wrist, the shackles falling away. Numbly he rubbed his hands and forearms, flexing his fingers as feeling returned to the tips. Standing he adjusted his shirt, nodding his head as she dismissed him back to work.

"I don't deserve such kindness, mistress." The man had spoken softly as she headed back upstairs.

His eyes lingered on her huntress' body, noting the muscles in her strong arms and legs. With a sigh he walked out of his cell, closing the door behind him with a soft clang. Drawing in a deep breath he headed back upstairs, nearly running in to Maya at the top step. Instinctually he reached out to steady her, his hand gently touching her arm before satisfied that she was okay. Her request was odd, causing Korbyn to lift a dark eyebrow in question.

"Of course, mistress Maya." The slave said, hiding a smile as he followed her back downstairs.

At first Korbyn had thought she was taking him back down in to the cold downstairs prison to punish him. However, reaching the bottom step, Korbyn realized there was another man in the cells, obviously pulled off the streets. Korbyn felt uneasy and stood close to Maya, knowing it was his responsibility to protect the princess from this stranger. She could take care of herself, but this man could've been wild and feral, in which case Korbyn would have to put him down to keep the princess safe.

Maya's slave was no light weight and was built like a bull, hovering at her side protectively as he eyed the prisoner. Was the princess considering taking him in? It'd be nice to have a new man come and live in the palace with Korbyn, he'd be able to make a new friend and swap stories. But why had Maya brought him with? Had this stranger done something wrong and Korbyn was here to witness, or worse and give, this man punishment. Only once before had he had to done so and it had been a terrible experience, supposed to teach him that even the men had a place in the hierarchy and he was lucky to be where he was.

Maya felt electric shocks spike up her arm as Korbyn had slightly touched her to keep her balance, he was simply helping her..right? Maya shook the feeling off and looked down at the scrawney boy, his tanned features with spiked dark hair caught Maya's attention, even for a child he still resembled the features of a man. "What were you doing in the forest?" she growled, obviously not pleased at his arrival in the midst of the patrol. The boy was shaking, tears streamed down his cheek, he looked up and made the mistake of looking her in the eye. Maya didn't hesitate as she raised her hand and smacked his cheek, electric spikes flared up his cheek as he whimpered and looked back down at the ground. "Answer the question, slave." she growled, her usual soft mint green eyes flickered with green fire. Her mother side was starting to show and though she hated to be like her mother this was what had to happen. The boy couldn't raised his hand to feel his swollen cheek as he mumbled something and yet again a smack was sent across his cheek, this time sending the boy across the floor, sprawling as he already felt enough pain as his chest continued to bleed. "M-My name is Rizzen. I am son to Mackenzie and Salvatore." he fumbled with his words but he at least spoke cautiously, avoiding Maya's gaze at all cost. "M-My M-mistress was away for a while so I- I thought she left me..She's been gone for a couple of hours and I went to search for her..But alas I did not find her.." Rizzen murmured, looking at Maya's waist but cautiously studying her features Maya rested a hand on the hilt of her sword, narrowing her eyes as she clenched her teeth. "So you thought it was ok? Just to wonder out in the woods alone..You know the penalty of this." Maya growled, clearly not amused with the boys tale. Rizzen whimpered again, hurtling into his curling position. Frankly the boy was a coward and didn't want to get on anyone's bad side. "N-No, Mistress I didn't mean it like that..I care for my Mistress..s-she is a cruel women, but then again you all are.." he grumbled. Maya took a dagger from her boot and cautiously went up to the male, she squatted next to him and with a quick flick of her wrist left a small cut in the boy's cheek. A small trickle of blood flowed from the cut and ran down his neck. "You will not speak of women that way." she growled and narrowed her eyes. Rizzen nodded, clenching his teeth, no longer afraid of his death. In fact he wished it would just come sooner, Maya stood once again and walked back over, standing slightly in front of Korbyn. "You will stay here, in this cell for a while. To...think for what you've done. No food or water. Your lucky to have shelter. In the next few days I will have a trial ready and we shall stand you on a post and wait until your mistress comes to retrieve you. And if she doesn't I will put you for sale and I can assure you with your new mistress should you run again the punishment will be severe." Maya growled and with that she left the cell. Maya locked the cell once again as she and Korbyn left the cell. Maya sighed, she hated becoming like her mother but it was what had to be done. Maya and Korbyn made their way up the stairs as she soon found herself in front of her room. Maya looked behind her and found a small trail of blood following them. With realization of the pain hit her, she found she had cut the palm of her hand when she had held the dagger to close to her skin when she was yelling at the boy. Maya clentched her teeth and winced as pain shot up her arm. She quickly went into her room and sat down, dabbing at her palm with a cloth.

Korbyn stood outside of Maya's room, wondering why she had hurried inside so quickly. Looking back, his soft brown eyes focused on the bloody drops trailing on the palace floors. His mistress had been hurt. Hesitantly he followed her in to the room, wondering if the boy in the cell had been the one to cut her flawless skin. Korbyn came to kneel in front of her, his large hand laying on top of hers, coaxing the cloth out of her grasp so he could gently press the fabric in to her palm to stop the bleeding.

"Allow me," The man said softly, refusing to meet her eyes as he focused on her injured hand. "Was it the prisoner? Did he do this to you?" Korbyn would not allow the stranger to live if he had cut his mistress.

Daring a glance up to look in her eyes, Korbyn smiled as he found the look of guilt on her face. So he wasn't the only clumsy one around here. His white teeth contrasted against his dark skin as he looked back down at her hand, still dabbing at the open wound carefully. It should've been washed and cleaned thoroughly, but Korbyn knew the princess wouldn't let him fuss over just a minor cut. The Empress' daughter had suffered through much worse, the slave had been there numerous times, tending to bandages and making sure she had fresh water to drink. It was how they had first met, the queen assigning Korbyn to her bedside while the other slaves bustled around tending to palace issues.

"You know," Korbyn started with a playful hint to his tone. "this reminds me of the first time I met you, princess." His voice was warm with care.

Thinking back to that day, Korbyn couldn't recall how or why she had been hurt, only knowing that she needed constant supervision. Perhaps she had been sick, though Korbyn couldn't remember his Mistress ever catching even the common cold. In all of his nineteen years (Or so he thought) of life, he hadn't ever seen a woman so beautiful. Boy had he been nervous, shaking and stuttering like a boy.

"I remember how angry you got when I pronounced your name wrong." Korbyn reminded her with a chuckle, smile disappearing.

Korbyn sighed silently, tying a piece of the cloth he had been using securely around her hand, fingers lingering on her soft skin before he stood, taking a step back. "I apologize for speaking out of turn, Mistress." He told her sincerely, all emotion gone from his voice as he reminded himself that she probably didn't care about the day they had fatefully met. Slaves weren't supposed to talk unless spoken to, though Korbyn had a hard time following that rule, he loved chatting and could talk the entire day away. But, there was always work to be done and who better to do it than him and the other men of the palace?

"May I be of any further service to you, ma'am?"

Maya listened quietly as Korbyn recalled the memories they both once shared. She felt the curves of her lips tilt slightly upwards in the beginning form of a smile but it quickly disappeared just as fast. Maya's smile was rare and even so she wouldn't smile at a slave even if it was her personal slave whom shared her childhood with her. "I do remember those moments...To think, It seemed so long ago.." she murmured calmly, trying to hide the humor in her voice. She looked down at Korbyn, slightly meeting his eyes even so the teasingness in her eyes seemed to vanish. In fact Maya recalled that day, she remember the dark boy as he came into her room as nurses fused over her injuries. The nurses wouldn't stop bickering which method was better. But Korbyn had stayed by her bed and watched her with cute dark eyes. Maya was pretty sure her injuries were from her instructor when she had been training to become one of the best warriors she could be. Speaking of Maya remember she needed to be practicing, Maya found herself standing and walking over to the small bowl of water, she gently took the cloth from Korbyn's dark palm and put it in the bowl. "Actually..I am in need of a training partner.." she murmured calmly, glancing over at Korbyn. She would simply have him deflect her strikes so it wouldn't be against the rules. Maya knew he didn't have much of a choice but she was in a pretty good mood today and so she waited for his reply.

Korbyn's hopes soared as Maya suggested that she needed a sparring partner. Often women sparred with each other to keep in shape, always challenging themselves with new exercises and opponents. It was rare for them to ask a male to practice techniques, but Korbyn wasn't complaining.

"It would be an honor, mistress." His voice was sincere and he couldn't help how enthusiastic he sounded. "Though I have to admit its been awhile since I've done any sparring." Korbyn said with a smile, chuckling softly. Standing up he wiped his hands on his pants, still smiling his contrasting white smile. "What would your mother think of this?" He asked, a dark brow rising deviously.

Korbyn knew she would be in trouble if her mother knew they were sparring together. Though, Korbyn didn't learn much anyways, he was always busy blocking her blows, dodging and weaving. It was almost like a dance, a very deadly dance. Korbyn could move much faster and if he had wanted to, could actually defend himself. Instead, he took the blows, usually ending up with bruises and marks all over his body, leaving him sore for the days following.

None of that mattered to Korbyn, he enjoyed soending time with his ferocious mistress. It would be crazy to ask her if she would teach him, but Korbyn promised himself this time he would pay more attention to her movements and perhaps actually give her something to fight against...for practice of course Che would never dream of hurting Maya, nothing she could do or say would change that fact.

"Did you have a particular style in mind? I do enjoy watching you with a sword, even if it is wooden."