“Walk with me while we go over your lessons for the day,” Cadfeal said to the Royal Daughter.
Ffiona fell into step alongside of the Master of Assassins. She had to walk briskly to match the long strides of her instructor. Cadfeal refused to slow his pace to accommodate her. The Royal Daughter would be shown no special treatment and receive no privilege from the Master of Assassins. He would treat her as he would any other low level common Drow. This, in his mind, was part of her training.
Ffiona felt at times the Master of Assassins was unduly hard on her. He was unlike any of her other teachers. The others tended to fear the wrath of her mother too much to be heavy handed with her. Cadfeal seemed not to have that fear.
Her mother had explained to her that it was imperative the Master of Assassins treat her thusly if she was to understand those she would one day rule. Rianon refused to discipline Cadfeal, much to Ffiona’s chagrin. Instead Rianon insisted the Master of Assassins be even harder on the child to toughen her up.
If you are to succeed me one day, you must be strong. You are too soft, my daughter. The only way to develop the required callouses of the psyche needed to rule is if your teachers treat you as they would any other Drow, Ffiona could hear her mother’s words echo in her head as she struggled to keep up with Cadfeal.
When I am Queen, I will teach you a lesson, or two, just you wait Cadfeal, just you wait, Ffiona delighted in the thought.
T J Therien