While Zera and Sarc battle for the Throne and a sizzling attraction another romance is budding….
Teriana watched in awed silence. She had never witnessed her sister duel except in a practice match. Though she was confident in her sister’s skills, butterflies still fluttered in her stomach. This duel would determine her future and that of Seti-Cronus. Her gaze fixed on the battling pair, she moved away from the fray, not wishing to become a distraction. She bumped into the broad chest of a young and attractive Alphxorn captain who glowered down into her face. His manner intimidating, he did no more than stand close, guarding her. Emboldened, and of the same mold as Zera, though inexperienced, Teriana attempted to relieve the captain of his sword. Her hand found the hilt of his weapon and managed to have it half-drawn before he restrained her in his muscular arms. His larger hand covered hers, stilling her endeavor. Even though she was terrified at first, the captain’s strong hands sent her blood racing. A stern look from him stilled future plans of action, but further warmed her body. With the realization the captain meant her no harm, but instead meant to move her away from the conflict between his sovereign and hers, Teriana relaxed in his arms and allowed his protection. She was already conscious his touch was both pleasant and arousing. Her face burned from the comprehension of his desire that lit his fierce gaze, glowering down into hers. More experienced at romance than her older sister, she leaned against the captain in a coy fashion. She might need to use her feminine prowess to her advantage, if escape became necessary.
Zera and Sarc’s fighting drew Teriana’s attention back to the duel. The sound of fine, tempered triplat-steel rang loud in near perfect rhythm as their swords clashed. Teriana observed the powerful vibration of each strike flow into the combatant’s hand and arm, but appeared unnoticed by them. Zera’s sword hand was bare. Generally, her sister fought wearing a glove. Lord Sarc’s gloved sword-hand allowed him a better grip, and reduced the vibrations, giving him an advantage. Teriana caught her bottom lip between her teeth with concern. The two fighters’ stares seemed locked together. Neither aware of anyone else in the room. Their universe consisted of each other. Each parried the other’s thrusts as if choreographed. Occasionally one would outmaneuver the other and the reverberations of their swords echoed the change. Zera’s skirt didn’t seem to hinder her movement, but added grace to her swirls and dodges.
Teriana suppressed a gasp. Sarc’s blade sliced the feminine fabric of her sister’s dress in a downward pass. The slash allowed Zera greater ease of movement as she turned in a sudden spinning maneuver, exposing her slender legs well above her knees. Teriana observed they were well matched for their duel. The two met at the crossguards of their swords, and paused. A test of strength, it also seemed a test of wills.