It was strange how little there was for a prince to do in a castle. Young Arthur had little to do besides reading books, as it was hard for someone like him to find real friends to play with. Right now, he was looking out a window at the training field, watching an odd Knight with a red arm working out. What Arthur found so strange about him was that his eyes saw something no one else did; to him, it almost looked like the red arm was...fighting with the rest of the body it was attached to. Arthur could see colors and gestures that he had long since attributed to rebellion. He had heard stories about this Knight; Sir Baron, not a lot of them were good "it must suck. Having to constantly fight to maintain control over your own body like that." Having grown bored watching him, Arthur decided to try an intercept his sister suitors for the day, to try and get a little insight to their character. Because he could only 'see' the truth, he often had a hard time deciphering what he was seeing, since his sight conflicted with his other sense. However, he was able to tell if someone was lying easily

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Having to retrain himself to fight with a two handed sword using only one hand hadn't been easy, but he had done it. While his left had was much stronger then his right one, it was also the part of his body that had been cursed by the demon. As such, it was hard to control, and sometimes even started shaking. There was no way he could use a sword with such an unsteady hand. So, he had to start his training over, much to his dismay. However, he was now combat ready. Baron was currently in the training field, giving his sword arm a workout with some practice swings, with sweat covering his body

'[i]Wet, sticky, and hot. Just like [b]blood[/b][/i]'

"Gah!" Baron cringed, dropping the sword in shock. "Geez, I didn't think it would get this bad from a simple workout. I've got to learn to keep this under control." Picking his sword back up, he walked to the barracks "I think I'm done for today"