"You're getting faster," the prince praised as you dodged his sword strike. "But not fast enough." He knocked the hilt of your sword with the blade of his own, throwing your weapon to the side and grazing the side of your hand just hard enough to sting, crimson blood beading along the line slowly. You hardly had time to look at it before he used the flat of his blade to tip your chin up, smirking as he met your eyes. "Beautiful effort, though."