Samantha escorted her brother back to his room, and her gaze was laced with concern as she took in how he kept stretching his limbs from time to time. "How are you feeling?"
"Well, I'm alive." He stopped stretching before letting out a weary sigh, and then he turned to look at his sister whose concern had momentarily switched into a reprimanding gaze. She had her hands on her hip as she demanded. "What were you thinking starting a duel with his Majesty? I was almost starting to believe you were growing some sense but with your actions today…. My God Maurice! You're incredibly lucky he took the duel as child's play. Otherwise you'd be crushed into dust, then what about me?!"
