The grand colosseum's entire focus shifted dramatically to the first princess, who came sweeping in from one of the vaulted stone entrances. The heavy silence of the arena seemed to bend toward her, and even beneath the stark black blindfold covering her eyes, she looked to be thoroughly displeased with the whole violent scene playing out on the sand.
"Sir Cedro, Sir Kay, what pray tell do you think you're doing?"
"M-my Lady... I..."
Sir Cedro, despite the fact I had just beaten him to an absolute bloody pulp, looked utterly ashamed of himself, his high-born confidence entirely shattered. I let him go, slowly getting off him and wiping the grit from my hands as I stepped back.
The princess's blindfolded gaze shifted away from us, sweeping across the crowded stands before locking directly toward her younger sister.
"Elara!"
"Big sister! This... this is merely a friendly sparring match, nothing more... eep!"
