197 Fighting frustration

Roxana got ready for combat despite knowing that this wouldn't be easy. But she would be happy if she could only land a punch. Maybe a little cut with the sword wouldn't hurt either. Yes, he was the king but he wasn't going to cry or punish a woman for hurting him. That wouldn't look good on him. Besides, this was combat, the only time where she could actually hit the king. 

Alexander stood ready holding his sword. She wondered what he had in mind? Would he hurt her or hold himself back because she was a woman. She didn't want any special treatment from him right now. 

"Are you ready, Your Majesty?" 

She could tell by that little smirk he tried to hide that he enjoyed this. He found it silly. 

"Yes." 

"Don't hold back." She told him, bringing up her sword and holding it in place. 

"I don't want you dead." He said, still holding his sword down. 

"I think I will be in more trouble if you die."