Samantha stood still as she watched the King place the sword back in its place. However, her mind was not on him. Instead, it was recalling all that had happened the moment she had entered the arena. She recollected how she was able to predict the moves of the guards when they were involved in the fighting. But what surprised her more was that she was able to fight the Lord and win against him with ease.
Samantha frowned, unable to believe what she had done. "How?" She mumbled and gaped at the man who had turned to her on hearing her voice. "How did I do it?"
"Do what, darling?" Alastair's expression mirrored Samantha's, and he gave her a confused look.
"How was I able to defeat you, His Highness? I..I.." She stuttered and gave him a blank look.