My Focus Needs More Focus

This was harder then she thought it would be. She had thought she had reached a point where she could obey any order, for any reason. Certainly those that had trained her had thought as much. But this? It was going against the grain, against the training she had been raised with. Raising a paw against a Master was a death sentence in her old life. Somehow, here, it was expected of her. She knew that, she knew things were different here. She thought she had come to terms with it, but now thay she was faced with it she could see that was not so.

She could here the gentleness in the Princesses voice. Timidly, she found herself looking up into a kindly smile. How did that make it worse? She swallowed, feeling dismay. She didn't want to let down the Princess. This one, or her Mistress. Nor The Warlord, nor her Aegis. They all expected something from her, expected this. Letting them down was a physical pain in her chest. "My Princess... in the past raising my paw against you would have gotten me severely beaten, or worse. I thought I was prepared, but I fear I'm struggling with this. Please don't... tell the Warlord." Yeah, ask the Princess not to tell her father. That was a great idea. She dropped her eyes, looking at the grass. The memory of pain pushing to the surface.