As Lyanna emerged victorious from her sword fight with Prince Galad, her eyes gleamed with a mischievous spark at Elara. She turned to face Queen Morgana and bowed to her,
"It's my pleasure, Your Highness."
She then turned towards Elara while portraying her sword forward to her as a sign of invitation. "Care to try your luck against me, Luna?" Her voice dripped with confidence.
Everyone's gazes widened towards Elara and a knowing expression sparked out of everyone's faces. If Lyanna could defeat Prince Galad, wasn't it obvious their Luna was a piece of cake?
Elara leaped the clumps in her throat. She had witnessed Lyanna's skill and she knew she was no match for Lyanna. Aside from that she couldn't remember when last she held a sword let alone strike it.
They were still anticipating Elara's response while Elara hesitated. Her tip finger clutched to her dress nervously while wishing to disappear from their midst.
