A sharp sound of metal against metal echoed as you narrowly deflected his next attack. The prince’s blade slid away, and then.. just for a fraction of a second, he hesitated.

“Your form is… much lighter than the others,” He muttered as he parried your strike.

They circled each other, swords raised, as he continued in an almost idle tone. “You also move differently than the others. There’s a certain… grace to it. Not something one usually finds in a knight.”

He lowered his blade and approached you, gently taking your arm in his firm grasp and rolling up your sleeve. His fingers tracing over your skin “And your skin… it’s softer than most. Very rare, especially for a knight.”

Deep down, he knew you were a woman, but he chose to let you believe otherwise, finding amusement in the charade.