"If you want to fight, do it outside my castle."
Tara's voice echoed throughout the hallway once my stick had successfully formed a shield in front of me, blocking Celia's punch. If she had succeeded in hitting me with her fisted hand which had her purple energy swirling around it, I would have needed a patch up. She moved backwards and away from me at Tara's words.
"I don't want to fight you."
I said to her and she sneered at me.
"I don't know what must have called for a fight between the both of you, but please do not fight in my castle." Tara came to a halt in front of us, and Celia curtsied.
"I'm sorry, queen Tara." She said tightly and then turned to give me a mean stare which clearly said 'this isn't over' before she turned and left.
"What was that about?" Tara asked once she was out of sight.
"The Dawsons."
"Oh. I see." She nodded her head in understanding.
