EyesAria's pov
I gulped as people started coming to the arena. I was confident in my ability but I was also nervous because of my opponent.
I have been training on my own but I haven't fought with anyone since. I don't know how rusty I was.
The grand arena buzzed with a sea of noblemen and women, their skeptical murmurs echoing through the stands.
It took me back to the murmurs from the crowd the day I won the fight.
"What are they thinking making women to fight when they should be bearing children?"
"This is outrageous, is the queen going to defend the king or the other way round?"
"These Games are beginning to bore me, they are not men, are they?"
Those were some of the murmurs I heard from where I was standing. They made it clear that they were displeased with the fight.
They wanted to see me in an apron, cooking and letting men taste it to determine my worth. I scoffed when I thought of something.
