Chapter 41: Clash of Princes
On one side stood Prince Dorian, the first Prince of Aetherlyn, who is known for his precise skill with a sword and his bloodthirsty nature on the battlefield.
He wore a light linean tunic that allowed him to move swiftly, and his hand rested firmly on the hilt of his sword—a weapon he wielded with deadly accuracy. His expression was calm, though his eyes gleamed with the thrill of the challenge.
Facing him was Prince Vincent, the Crown Prince of Drakonia, the kingdom of the Drakonian race. Vincent was a striking figure; his eyes were cold and unreadable, containing humor in his eyes.
His reputation as a fearsome warrior preceded him, known for his merciless victories on the battlefield. In his hand, he gripped a heavy sword with a dragon-forged hilt, its blade a reflection of the deadly power Vincent held.
A crowd of knights and courtiers had gathered around them. They were eager to witness this rare clash of royalty. Some shouted encouragement, while others watched in silent anticipation, their eyes fixed on the two princes.
Some hidden among the pillars and arches, a group of maids whispered excitedly, their faces flushed as they peeked at the spectacle from a distance.
Dorian took a deep breath, his focus narrowing on Vincent. "I didn’t expect you to accept the challenge so quickly," he said, his voice steady but carrying a hint of provocation.
Vincent’s lips curled into a small smile. "Why waste time? Let’s see if Aetherlyn’s prince is as sharp with a sword as he is with words."
With that, the duel began.
Their swords clashed with a resounding clang, the sound ringing through the training grounds. Vincent moved first, quick and precise, aiming for Dorian’s side with a low, calculated strike.
Doria deflected the blow with ease, his heavier sword swinging back with a force that sent a shudder through everyone’s spine, but Vincent remained still without feeling any impact of Dorian’s strong move.