Trent charged at me, I flipped threw the air. I felt the tug of my face mask as it snagged on his blade and was eventually ripped off as I landed. Trent turned towards me, his face fell when he saw who he was fighting. "You." He accused me. In that one word I could feel his heart breaking into a thousand pieces and many other words that were unspoken. I had known this would happen, I didn't want it to, but he refused to listen to me.
The prince turned to his father, "I will not fight this women." He couldn't even say my name. "She deserves no title, especially not the title of being Captain of the Gaurd." I stood there silently. It would've been better if they had let me died then go through this kind of pain.
"She has any right as you do, my son. I have heard that her fighting skills may even prove to much for your own." Trenton paced back and forth in front of his father, the King. He finally bowed, accepting the challenge of fighting me.
"I am sorry about that." He viciously said as he bowed to me in a mocking apology. He was trying to gode me, but I felt no emotion. I had cut out my own heart yesterday, knowing this would happen, but it didn't help the pain I still felt from the wound.
After telling Trent to leave, I had slumped to the ground and began to cry. Alec had come in and had helped me to a chair next to the table. I had slammed my dagger into the oak table. My hand had slid down the blade, giving me deep cuts. These cuts were not only in my hand, but in my heart as well.
A jarring hit from Trent shook me out if my reverie. I blocked and swept around him, it was a dance really. I then became the offensive attacker, Trent was becoming desperate and tired. I could tell that his anger was rising, he began to use strokes that would fatally harm me. I kicked him in the chest, he fell, I was on top of him. My sword was on his neck. The crowd cheered, I was disgusted.
"Just kill me. You can live for as long and happy as you want -" I couldn't let him finish.
"I am dead Trent. My heart had been ripped out by an arrogant prince that wouldn't listen to me." I threw my sword and stalked out of the arena. Alec looked at me worriedly. "Take me back to be hung. Anything would be better than this." I whispered to him with anger and defeat.
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