Shiera Seastar sat in the royal box, her eyes gleaming as she watched the duel unfold below. Two knights, both ardent admirers of hers, fought to the death in her honor. She could feel their desperation, their need to prove their worth, and it thrilled her. She shifted in her seat, enjoying the tension, the sound of steel clashing, and the way both men fought with reckless abandon.

Each strike, each blow, felt like a confession of their obsession with her. Shiera’s lips curled into a smile, her mismatched eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and something darker. She reveled in the power she wielded, the way these two strong men were reduced to animals fighting for her favor. It was intoxicating, and she couldn’t deny the heat it stirred within her.

The crowd's cheers reached a crescendo as one knight fell, his blood staining the sand. The victor, panting and covered in sweat, stood tall, his eyes seeking her out.

With slow grace, Shiera went to the railing taking him in, her gaze never leaving him. She gestured for him to come closer.