Open Your Mouth

"Do you really want to do this?" Roshan considered her going over her own choice for the second time, but the lady in particular was already dressed in a white linen shirt, along with a black corset that perfectly held her small waist. It attractively brought out her delicate shape and graceful figure.

She wore breeches and black boots, her cinnamon-brown hair was tied in a messy bun and just staring at her under the moonlight as she pointed a sword at him made a strange feeling crawl up to his chest.

Her chocolate-brown eyes sparkled and she radiated confidence. Her face barely showed a hint of fear, as though proving that he didn't entirely frighten her.

"Why?" The sound of her dulcet voice brought him back to the present, making him realize the situation in front of him.

"Is his highness afraid of losing to a common maid?" She challenged and to her surprise, his face lit up at her question.