By the time they reached them, the dire clouds had dissipated, and Raffé was able to see the stars. He let out a soft sigh as Håkon approached him and slung an arm across his shoulder. "If this is his Majesty's idea of a training mission, I would like to rescind my status as a Prince of the Blood and go back to accounting."
Håkon laughed. "Too late, I'm afraid." His laughter faded into an approving smile. "You did well, though I strongly advise that you not lose your weapons next time. I can tell you from experience that it always turns out poorly."
"A lesson I have already well-learned," Raffé replied with an answering smile. "I will have more care."
"We also need to work harder at your magic. If you had been comfortable with it, the matter would not have been nearly as difficult for you."