Heaven looked around as she stood in the middle of the fighting pit. She had won, and now the crowd stood up and chanted her name. She had a strange feeling of accomplishment despite already knowing that she would win.
When she turned to King Rufus, he forced a smile on his face. Heaven knew he was not happy. Defeating his most skilled swordsman meant shaming him as well. He was displeased.
Heaven wondered if he would take that anger out on her or be careful to not start a war with her father. Only time would tell.
Giving back the weapons, her guards came to escort her out of the pit. "I am so proud of you, Your Highness." Oliver said on their way out.
Callum nodded in agreement.
"Yes. You did well." Zarin added.
"Thank you." Heaven replied
It felt odd to see him dressed as a guard. She was used to seeing him dressed nicely.
