Chapter 50
In the preperation hall of the participants, a beautiful lady polish her staff in anticipation.
Her delicate fingers moved with the precision of someone who had mastered the art over years of practice. She had bright, captivating eyes that gleamed with a sharp intelligence, their hue reminiscent of the morning sky just after dawn. Her silky, curly hair cascaded in soft waves down to her waist, the tendrils shimmering like dark silk. The strands framed her face elegantly, with a few rebellious curls falling across her high cheekbones, further highlighting her striking beauty.
Her robes were of deep crimson, embroidered with intricate patterns of phoenixes, their wings spread wide, symbolizing grace and power. The delicate stitching seemed to dance in the light as she moved, her presence regal, yet filled with quiet strength. The air around her felt charged with the anticipation of something grand, as though the very fabric of her being resonated with an untold power waiting to be unleashed.
She was undoubtfully a beauty and her confidence on herself showing with the sligt tilt of her head.
"Do you know what you must do?" Someone asked behind her.
"Yes, father. I know" A spoiled and pampered tone sounded between her pouty lips.
"And the prince?" She asked her eyes turning eager and excited.
"Will be watching" The man dottingly petted her head. "If you impress him, there is no doubt that he will take you as his consort. We have been talking about you and your big sister. So, don’t dissapoint me."
"I know father. As if I would let that trash even gained a bit of a foothold on the family" She sneered.
"That’s my good girl" The man lovingly kissed her forehead.
The rankings moved and changed as duels upon duels commence.