The sword fight is intense, each of us giving it our all whilst trying to look at intimidating as possible, trying to hide every emotion shared through our eyes.

“So, we’re really fighting, then?” I ask, my pained eyes conflicting my usual smirk, throwing another swing.

“We’re really on two different sides?” It hurts to do this, fight with the person I had been meeting secretly, fallen in love with nonetheless. All because you’re from Auradon.