Elijah made his way through his mansion in search of his second. He found him in the training room with some of his guards. They were going through some drills.
All action stopped at his entrance.
" Sire, " they all bowed their heads.
Elijah looked at his second before a smirk curved his lips. " Care for a match? " he asked with a dark sparkle in his eyes.
Noah looked at him suspiciously. Is not always that his King wants to spar with them. Compared to him they are nothing. Their fights usually leave someone wounded and is always him.
" Am I in trouble? " he returned. He couldn't make out anything from his Sire's face. It was cold and blank. He took a battle stance, knowing that refusing was not an option . What the King wants the King gets.
" Do you think that you are? " Elij
