Chapter 19: Pretend Nothing Happen

He nodded. "I'm a prince like Prince Dylan, but in a different palace."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Prince? Why is your behavior not like a prince with the mess you made here today!?"

He looked behind me, so I turned around. I saw that Dylan was standing, but I noticed that it was difficult for him to step on his left foot because it was slightly raised. "He is really a lamp," I said in my mind.

"Prince Dylan and I are friends; that's the only way we greet each other." He smiled big, and I could tell he was proud, especially from the look on his face, not to mention his demeanor.

"Are you sure you are friends with Prince Dylan?"

"Yes."

I grinned and suddenly disappeared too. "Who are you fooling? Someone like me here, you can't fool me." I was surprised when he suddenly clapped.

"Young lady, you really impress me with what you say."

While Dylan was already frowning while looking at Prince Damon, "Adira let him go."

The person in front of me looked back at me. "I am talking to you with no respect, even more especially to this prince!" I had a strong sentence, but he suddenly frowned.

"Why do you talk like that in front of me? You should show respect because I'm a prince. "

I looked behind me and at the prince in front of me. "He and Dylan both use being a prince to scare." I just shook my head and faked a smile. "I don't care if you are still the king of your palace."

Prince Damon was wondering about the lady he was talking to now. "Are you a slave here at Stalwart Castle? But why are you dressed so strangely?"

"No."

"Then what is your duty in their palace?"

"Instructor."

He looked at Dylan. "Of what?"

"Hold a sword," I just said, because I couldn't tell the whole truth to the prince in front of me. He is still suspicious in my eyes.

He looked at me with interest. "You are the reason Prince Dylan has the courage to hold a sword." He smirked, but I sensed he was about to do something as he adjusted his sword grip. I simply walked away from Dylan because he just stayed behind me.

I wasn't surprised when he stormed towards me, and I was immediately taken aback. I have to admit that he moved quickly because he almost hit my cheek. "This person knows how to use a sword better than Dylan."

The speed at which he moved made my sword slide every time I blocked it. Luckily, I had activated my senses, so I immediately knew where his next attack would come from. I found an opportunity, and I quickly wounded his left hand with the tip of the sword where he was holding the sword. He let go of his sword because I had made a deep wound on his left hand.

He looked at me in surprise, and I smiled against my will. "Nice to meet you, Prince Damon." I grinned and turned my back on him. I saw that Dylan was struggling to stand up. "Are you okay?" I asked him.

It was obvious from his face that he was hurt when he stood up, and there was a chance that he stepped on it. "I'm fine," he still answered.

I just sighed and supported him, but before that I looked at the prince I fought against. "If you're a true friend. You wouldn't do this to Prince Dylan if you knew he was still weak in the use of a sword," every word I said was emphatic. "It's not because you're good at something that he's weak, you'll use it first just to embarrass him, just because he's weak and you're strong." I looked at him evilly, but he just smiled. 

"It looks like he's got an ally." From the smiling lips, his face suddenly became serious, even the eyes that seemed to be hiding a lot. "Next month, the tournament will come again and I guarantee that I will go home the winner because you are a loser, Prince Dylan." The words he says are slow but with emphasis.

Dylan just bowed to Prince Damon's words because in all the competition of princes and rivals, he always loses or doesn't get any reward. Adira noticed it and boldly looked at Prince Damon. "Next time he will get the big reward and be the best in the tournament, mark my word!"

He laughed as if what I said was silly. "If he can even hold a bow, Prince Dylan is not skilled at even holding a bow and how to release an arrow, so he always loses in the annual tournament of princes." He looked at Dylan as he turned his back. "Until I witness him using the bow well, I won't believe he will win this year." 

"Wait for that day, prince," I said emphatically, and led Prince Dylan to enter the palace.

While Adira was leading Prince Dylan inside, Prince Damon looked at his left hand, which was still dripping with blood from a very deep wound.

He stared at it even though the handle of the sword was stained with blood. "This is the first time I've been injured by someone I don't know, and it's a young lady."

He tore the fabric inside his clothes because he was wearing normal clothes now, so the fabric was long until his feet, but his body was still able to move freely. Prince Damon have to hide his wound. And he thinks that King Stephen wonders where he got it from when he entered the palace without it before went to where Prince Dylan was." He covered his hand while his breathing stopped for a few seconds because the wound was deep. It hurt more when there was a damp cloth. Prince Damon returned the sword he had used and walked back into the palace.

When he got close to the palace, Prince Damon saw Prince Dylan and the young lady in the doorway. It seemed that she could no longer bear the weight of the prince, so they stopped at the side of the door, and Prince Dylan was sitting. Prince Damon noticed that the king was on his way to their place, so he fixed himself as if nothing had happened.