Autumn Gleanings (3)

Of course, Leonard and Mave hadn’t suddenly begun a scheduled royal heir-making session. They had made physical contact, but not to have a conversation with their bodies.

A little ways back in time.

The courtyard in front of the dormitory annex.

There, Leonard was holding a wooden sword. Beneath a tree shedding its leaves one by one, he was learning basic sword stances under Mave’s instruction.

Of course, it wasn’t serious instruction,

but purely the result of the prince’s own curiosity.

Leonard asked in an awkward stance.

“L-like this?”

“…May I, for a moment?”

“Mm. Of course.”...