"Your highness!"
Symund's voice made Uther stop in his tracks. His dagger was barely inches away from digging deep into one of his men's throats.
"I yield." The fear in the soldier's eyes was evident as he shouted his surrender with a voice that was now hoarse.
The arena had gone quiet and yet Uther who had been so engrossed in the fight failed to hear the pleas of the poor man. But even if he had, the man should have known that no man in his army was allowed to surrender, for anything. It didn't matter that the fight was not real, the man was expected to have considered him as his worst enemy and not as his crown prince during their sparring.
"That is not an option." Uther growled before raising his hand to finish his job but his dagger was stopped once again by a familiar sword.
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