Blades and Realities

We made our way to the training field, and I grabbed a sword, feeling its weight in my hand. I turned to Kairan, ready to prove myself, only to see him standing there, his sword lazily swaying in his hand as if he were holding a twig and not a weapon. He didn't even look remotely concerned, let alone alert.

Is he serious right now? The audacity! That's clearly disrespect- he doesn't even think I'm worth the effort to be on guard! Well, I'II show him.

Determined to wipe that smirk off his face, I charged at him with everything I had, taking long, determined strides. But before I knew it, Kairan effortlessly shifted his stance and dodges my attack lie it was nothing. And then, to add insult to injury, he smirked. That infuriating, arrogant, and ugh, annoyingly handsome- smirk.

Wait, no, he's not handsome, he's just... unbearable, insufferable, overbearing arrogant prince.

That's all he is.