Unnamed feelings

Mircea managed to take a glimpse at Frey before she entered the ring that was made for duels and combats. Athos was swinging his hands in circles, he had said earlier to her he hadn't practiced with a sword in the last few days. However, she knew he had practised with his bare hands and would probably be more rugged than her. She would have to watch out for his strikes. 

Everyone on the training grounds had stopped what they were doing to watch their future Queen fight a man. Even so she knew, it wouldn't count much as her opponent was still a human in their eyes. 

But she bet, he was just as strong as they were. 

"You two ready?" Mircea perceived Frey's gamma, Roma yelled the question at them with unnecessary enthusiasm, nevertheless she nodded her head, setting her eyes on Athos.