Octavius's POV
Irritating!
The clang of metal against metal rang in my ears, the force from his hit reverberating through my arm as I struck the sword weakly against his.
Insolent!
I twisted my blade, catching another of his strikes, but he turned around, delivering another blow, both metals gleaming in the air as they crashed.
Impudence!
Those were the words I could find to describe her as I sparred with Ronan. I shoved back against him and he stumbled, sand crunching beneath his boots, but he quickly regained his stance, glaring at me with mischief.
"Something bothering you, Your Majesty?" he teased, circling me like a predator against prey. "Perhaps a silver-haired beauty?"
My answer was the harsh jab of my elbow against his side, and he fell to the ground before jumping up and
