“Your Highness, is Aquitaine with Sir Aldrich?” The younger soldier watched her, shocked but immediately stopped with a stern look from the other one.
“Sir Aldrich is the personal guard to His Highness, along with the leader of all the military factions. No, the first in command is Sir Marcus.” He pointed to the second person to enter the arena.
He was wearing a full uniform with a perfect sword on the side. He had an eye patch on his right eye. That was embroidered with golden thread. Rosa felt a pull on her chest when she saw the man walking in. It was a pull to challenge the man. She could feel the pressure around her. She knew he was a strong man, but there was also another wish from her devilish side. She wants to open the sword and challenge him to a duel. Her palms itched. Rosa did not care if she lost, but both the people there interested her, and she wanted to have duels with them.
‘If you are craving it so much, why don’t you just do it?’ the shadow whispered.