Alexandra had never imagined that battle training would look like this. The sight stirred something deep within her—a sudden urge to join them, to take up a sword and spar like she used to. She wasn't just skilled in sword dancing; she could fight with real swords too.
Silverstein glanced up at her from where he stood by the horse, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous thought. He remembered her talent with swords, and a playful grin crept onto his face. "Would you do me the honor of sparring with me?" he asked, his tone teasing yet sincere.
Alexandra whipped her head down to look at him, her eyes wide with excitement. "S-Spar with you? Really?!" The very idea thrilled her, and she couldn't hide her elation. With his help, she dismounted the horse, her feet landing gracefully on the ground.
"Mm, I mean it. Spar with me," he repeated, a glint of challenge in his eyes.
"I will!" She beamed, her dimples appearing as she smiled widely.
