• Aurora •
"Even! Always leveled with your nose.", Mr. Silva asserted and I quickly corrected my posture. "Now, strike!", The fisted steel blade in my hand went cutting through the air before I turned and made another strike. What I hadn't expected was a sound of the clash as my shortsword collided with another powerful steel. Our swords were in a cross and I slowly lowered them down, clenching my jaw in annoyance when my eyes met his cold silver ones.
"Your majesty.", Mr. Silva bowed in respect.
"May I get some alone time with my mate?", He asked loudly and in response, the entire field was emptied except for Damon and Damien. "You're improving.", He said withdrawing his sword, it was beautiful, sharp two-edged, powerful, and viciously sentient.
"I'm trying.", I shrugged indiffere
