The Battle of Wits and Blades

Meredia's POV

I did it!

I screamed internally, barely containing the urge to fist pump the air. I talked to him with courage! I wasn't scared of Him! Take that, Kairan! I showed him that I won't be oppressed just because he's a prince! hahaha! Very, Well, SIA!

I could almost see an imaginary crowd cheering me on as I mentally did a victory lap. He had no idea what hit him! Oh, the look on his face! Like, who's the prince now, Huh?

Whew, good hob, Sia! But, Let's not get too carried away. Maybe don't try that twice in a row. Baby steps.

Standing in the middle of the training field, I was struggling to wield a sword that felt more like a cumbersome log. Kairan loomed across from me, exuding an intimidating charm with his sculpted muscles and that intense gaze of his. I couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and.. well, undeniable attraction, even though I wasn't about to admit that. I mean, really, who needs abs that perfect?