Chapter 59: Duel
As soon as Sancha finished speaking, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.
Hundreds of people remained frozen in their poses, staring dumbfounded at the girl who had uttered such a mad declaration.
The Roman princess rested one hand on the table in front of Duke Horton, the other gripping the dagger embedded deep in the tabletop. Her gaze, through the gleaming blade, locked onto her older, wealthy uncle. Compared to her rival, she looked so young, so delicate, with honey-colored skin like soft pearls and blue eyes as innocent as a baby’s.
Such a young and beautiful maiden should be listening to passionate love poems from knights among the rose bushes, choosing a beloved from among many suitors, and o spend her precious years adorned in jewels and fine garments.
The only thing she shouldn’t do is draw her sword in this arena full of men.
Yet, it cannot be denied that when she pulled out her dagger and plunged it deep into the table, even the most stubborn traditionalist couldn’t help but inwardly marvel.
How beautiful.
At that moment, when the princess drew her sword and cut through the romantic sonnets, standing in the cruel arena to defend her crown, shedding the youthful skin that fate had given her, the proud and courageous girl shone as if she was glowing.
This time, no one felt that she and Amandra were not alike, they were strikingly alike! They were exactly the same!