Feeling humiliated, Seraphim's face turned as red as a steamed crab. However, despite the waves of laughter crashing around him, his pride wasn't about to go under.
"I'll teach you a lesson during our duel, Whitemore." He sneered at Val, his voice full of ire.
As the head of the Whitemores, Joshua swiftly stepped in to set things straight. "A duel of honor allows for terms to be set," he noted, turning towards the Queen's guard. "As is tradition, it would be best if these terms were set before the battle commences."
Nodding at his words, the Queen's guard turned to the challenger and the challenged, "Gentlemen, what are your terms?"
Seraphim, still seething, was the first to respond. "If you lose, Whitemore, you will allow Lady Adelina to break this engagement gracefully."
