Chapter 20: Speak Of The Devil!
The next morning, I woke up to the faint sounds of swords clashing right outside my window. My eyes slowly fluttered open only to realize I was alone on my giant sized bed and I was lying down on one of the pillows I had used to demarcate the bed. The sound of the swords grew louder and I sat up, the heavy duvet pooling around my waist.
I stood up and dragged myself to the window, wondering what the whole racket was about and that was when I saw them. Through the lace thin curtains, I caught sight of them. Two men training with swords, one was my husband and the other the duke!
I watched as both men danced on the grass, both shirtless as the rhythmic clang of steel rang through the air as the air. Sweat clung to their skins as they moved both with lethal grace. I didn't know when I stepped forward, leaning on the window sill as I watched them.
The duke was a good fighter, there was no doubt about that. But Reagan, Reagan was exceptional! He hadn't been labeled the best knight of the kingdom for no reason! Reagan moved with such calculated precision and ferocity, almost as if he knew the moves of the duke.
My gaze moved to the duke, his muscles flexing as he tried to block Reagan's attack. Though he was formidable, but he was no match for Reagan. Killian lacked the fluidity of Reagan's movement. His moves were just too perfect, well calculated. Reagan fought like a man who had danced with death and lived to tell tale.
I wondered what it would be like to spar with him! I thought to myself as I sighed wistfully while deciding to enjoy the view. I watched Reagan and Killian move some more before Killian stepped forward and I watched him whisper something to Reagan's ear, while smiling.
But whatever he had said, it didn't seem Reagan found it funny because in one movement, Reagan attacked Killian. He knocked his sword to the side and shoved him down, pointing his own sword at the duke's throat, he had won!
Instead of getting angry, Killian smiled up at Reagan then all of a sudden his gaze moved to where I was on the window. Reagan then turned his head too at that moment, his gaze zeroing in on me and I immediately bent down while cursing myself in my head.
He saw me! He definitely saw me! I thought to myself wincing in embarrassment.