Summary Of Audra: A Fictional Narrative

Audra’s anger abated and the tension in her jaw and shoulders lessened. “I’m not cross with you. Not any more. But I don’t like being told what to do. And it’s more than that.” She continued walking, her eyes fixed on the stairwell before her. “I worry you view me as weak.”
“What?” asked Maxen, as if he hadn’t heard correctly?
“You heard me.”
They ascended the stairs. Whether Maxen wanted to join her or not, she was going to the armory to change and then train.
“Wait, stop.” Maxen rushed up several stairs and spun to face her. “I have never once thought you were weak or incompetent. In fact, I find you fierce and sometimes a little scary.”
Audra chuckled. “Few women might find the words fierce and scary to be complimentary, but I do! Thank

And we haven’t all that much time because we have to receive the visitor from Isca, Una’s the woman’s name.”
The hairs on the back of Audra’s neck stood up. Just the woman’s name gave Audra pause.
“Why is she visiting?”
“She’s an Earl’s daughter,” said Maxen as they entered the armory. “Probably here to find a husband.”
“Oh.” Audra gathered up her training clothes and disappeared behind the changing screen. “Then I shall welcome her fondly. She’ll have here selection of many wonderful men.”
Out in the training ring, Audra fought Maxen with more ferocity than ever. They used wooden swords today, as she hadn’t used a sharp blade in weeks, and Maxen wanted her to parrying and engaging again with accuracy.
With one swift move, Audra cut Maxen’s legs out from beneath him, and he landed on his back. Audra approached, planning to ask him if he’s submit, but instead, found her legs kicked out and she was on her back with Maxen on top of her.
“Don’t get cocky,” he breathed, a mild smirk on his face. Neither wore helmets, and she felt his warm breath on her face, his eyes boring into hers. It seemed like a dare of some sort.
She pursed her lips and issued a dare of her own. “Why don’t you do it