"What is power?" asked the Tutor to the King's children.
"Blades. And the fealty of men who can use them." Said Rivers the oldest.
"The Ancient Magics that hold the world together?" Answered Terrel, second son.
The Tutor shook his head, looked towards Johso the third child.
"Power is being trusting, being confident and having this bare out experientially. Or at least that's the kind of power I'm searching for."
Without any sort of telegraphing the tutor punched Johso in the face, knocking her out of the chair.
"And how's that theory working out for you?"
Johso clenched her teeth smiled as blood dribbled from her split lip. She wouldn't let him rile her. She had to prove herself to father, or none of it would work.