THE ALLURE OF RIVALRY
(1139, AESTIOM)
Ophelia Sedrid winced as one of the riders was sent flying off his steed by a well-placed hit, making the crowds groan in sympathy.
“Hit! Final warning, Thomas!”
Thomas grunted and threw himself back on to his ictharr, rushing away as his opponent gave chase. Everyone’s eyes followed them, appreciating the intricate and fluid dance of combat in the arena, but her eyes lingered on her sons.
Corsair and Ragnar had slowly moved towards each other throughout the tournament, both watching the fight while clad in armour. Their helmets were laid by their hind paws. Every few seconds they would murmur something to each other, drowned out by the cheering of the crowd and the sounds of combat, but she didn’t care.
I love you two so much.
She knew that thi
