Aeris’s pov Even though it was a cold night, the day was quite hotter than usual. The mild breezes flowed at a slow pace, calming and soothing, but I perspired while standing in the corridor. I was prepared well but part of me was afraid of the alternate outcome of today’s duel. Nothing would have made me anxious if I had fought someone else for the throne, but it was my sister. We carry the same blood and it was a shame that two siblings were fighting for the right to the throne. My father had given me the throne and I wondered if his decision was right and well thought of, but Arabella was as good as I was. Remembering the time when we both were hardly seven years old and I picked a sword in the future ceremony and my sister picked a plate. We laughed at the moment but she chose to be