Chapter 28: Burning Roses and Breaking Hearts.
Not one, but two.
The first, He had golden hair like a heavenly halo and blue eyes like a limpid sky.
His skin, the color of the warm desert sand, shone with a noble luster, as if his blood were purer than that of the rest of the mortals.
The other with amber-colored tanned skin, military-style cropped coppery brown hair and eyes that change color between aqua blue and hazel depending on the light.
He was also tall and muscular, with strong bones and sensual lips.
The newcomers looked at their comrades armed with swords, extracted their own... and smiled.
Forty boys immediately challenged them, but disarmed them one by one with lightning speed.
The swords of his companions piled at his feet as they defeated them without inflicting a scratch on them.
Sophie looked into Jacob in her arms.
- They couldn't pair you up with one of them, instead of the one who looked like he was going to cut his neck and yours at the same time - she asked the boy as he tried to contain his irritation.
- Apparently the most talented entertainer must do a battle all against one, but this year there were two, so they will fight against both of them and then fight each other, so neither could be my partner.
- There were about half a dozen princes who did know how to use the sword - complained Sophie a little childishly.
Agatha put her shoulders around him to calm down.
- No one wanted to accompany me - Jacob said.
-None? - I ask Sophie incredulously indeed.
- Everyone wanted to show off in front of the girls, and they weren't going to do it by fighting a child - Jacob explained.
Sophie with the look that could freeze the sun turned to Agatha.
- Agi, do you have matches? - asked coldly.
Agatha nodded, seeing more or less where her friend's mind was coming from.
The truth is that she also wanted to do it, so she handed her one of the matches he always brought with her.
With a slight movement against her hip, Sophie quickly lit the match.
After pushing the flowers on the carpet to the black marble floor, he threw the match on them.
He saw how you are burning, then turned his back to the bonfire and continued to watch the fight as the flames majestically crowned it with a fiery halo.
Hearts could be heard breaking all over the room, the evil students were enjoying the sight of the exact moment when the hearts of all but two of the princes burned with the roses and broke like the finest glass.
When the last opponent was swordless and dumbfounded, the young men shrugged, as if to say that it was of no importance.
Then they turned against each other, ready to decide who would be the ultimate winner.
Synchronously, the two clashed swords and backed away.
The blond quickly recovered and tried to hit his opponent's wrist with the flat blade of the sword to disarm him, but this quickly blocked and pushed him back, trying to cut off the movement.
El Moreno also aimed at the wrist of the Blonde, but with the handle of his sword, the Blonde in an almost unnatural agile movement twisted arm and wrist so that the handle of his opponent's sword hit the blade.
I try to use the opponent's own momentum to try to destabilize the grip, but El Moreno jumped back to cut off that same momentum.
They continued to exchange blows, feints and different movements.
Until it became clear that, while El Moreno seemed to have a little more strength, in techniques they were evenly matched, but the boy with Moreno hair lacked resistance.
After a while the Rubio managed to take advantage of this and taking advantage of an oversight of his opponent, caused by exhaustion, disarmed him, thus winning the duel.
Both boys got up and shook hands, accepting both the result, and so I can hear Sophie promising to repeat.
Others might not care about it, but the boys of Good knew what it meant. The princes now had a king.
- The breaks are going to be interesting - said Sophie.
- I already believe - agreed Japeth - he will not give up until he beats him - he could not help rubbing his temples, imagining the annoyance.
Most likely, he would be his brother's practice bag until that happened.
Aric patted comfortingly on the boy's back, knowing what was his turn.
In turn, the girls of Good had learned long ago that every true princess finds a prince, so there was no need to quarrel.
But when the golden boy and the handsome brunette extracted roses from their shirts, they forgot about all that.
All of them started jumping and waving handkerchiefs, pushing each other like geese at mealtime.
The boys smiled and raised the roses high...
So far you can smell desperation, Aric said.
Everyone nodded.
- Well, in a way, you can't blame them - Sophie reflected - from what I could see, almost all the roses are burning back there - she said, pointing to the burning bonfire.
Agatha, her two brothers, and the rest of the group turned to see her for a second.
-What? - asked Sophie.
-You know what? When you say almost all of them, you mean except those two, right? - Hesper asked from behind.
Sophie blinked, confused, as she looked at her and then looked at Agatha and the rest of her new friends.
- Is it serious? - asked surprised everyone felt.
- Mine is also missing - Jacob said, pulling out his.
- And who will it be for? - Adam said, moving his eyebrows amused.
Jacob pulled Sophie to leave him on the floor for a while, and she very happily did so, knowing more or less that she was coming now.
Jacob approached Agatha and offered her his flower.
Agatha, delighted, took her and kissed the child's crown.
- You are a real prince, my friend - he said to Agatha as he gently pinched her cheek.
They were so distracted by the lovely little guy that they didn't notice two guys approaching the group.
- Japeth! - I call Rhian his brother.
Japeth looked up and gave his brother a somewhat sad smile.
-Oh! Come on, it's not going to be too bad," Rhian said without even denying the poor boy's fears.
Japeth put a hand to his forehead, beating them without patience.
Aric patted him on the back again to comfort him.
Sophie joined by rubbing his arm gently.