Clash Of Princes —2

 "Let us settle this once and for all. A duel to the death. That way, neither of us will be held accountable for the outcome." 

For a moment, Islinda forgot how to breathe. A duel to the death? Her blood ran cold at the thought. There was no way these two idiots were about to kill each other, especially not over her. Not on her watch. She gasped, her heart pounding with fear and disbelief.

Aldric's response to the proposition was a dark chuckle, a mirthless sound that sent shivers down Islinda's spine. His eyes gleamed with amusement as he mocked his brother, "Oh, how delightfully savage of you, brother dearest. Very well, Summer Prince. Let the games begin. I'm in."

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"You haven't even heard the terms and conditions?" Valerie interjected, his voice laced with disdain as he despised the arrogance in Aldric's tone.