Chapter 20: Your Birthday Gift!
"You have lost, Sire!"
Damon stepped back, his expression unreadable, before breaking into a quiet chuckle.
"Well played, Chester," Damon held the blade with his bare hand. But his face did not have any reaction, as if he could not feel his own injury. "But don't expect distractions to save you next time."
Chester grinned, still panting from the effort. "I'll take my victories however I can, Sire."
"But what made you distracted?" he asked looking back into the direction. He saw it before too but he found nothing.
"Just a running rabbit. Forget about it?" Rabbit here? They all looked in that direction. The duke's estate is near the sea. They could see a crab using its pincers easily but a rabbit?
"Alright, there will be a break for half an hour." They cheered. They did not care if there was a rabbit or a prince as long as they were given a chance to take breath.
Damon walked away. Chester followed him with his gaze, a slight frown on his face.
Damon walked toward the rear bushes and held an arm.