It begins with a tremble, an unfamiliar quake in her hand. She offers the cup, meets his eyes, and the challenge burns its seal on her heart.
She thrives in his detachment. How he smiles at the Elf, her brother's joke; never her. An attack, a parry; legs apart, balance remade. There is a strategy to him, she must only learn how.
She knows he would teach her, if she surrendered. She thinks of their glory, together.
In the dark, she feels his eyes on her. Watching, considering, weighing.
It is another kind of cage.
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