Most would think that once a prince finishes his mandatory training, just for basic self defense, he'd nearly never touch a sword again. That's what guards, knights, like yourself are for. Protection. Yet this prince was different. He found himself infatuated with the art of swordsmanship, putting in a genuine effort to become a swordsman, regardless of his main role in the kingdom. It was the only thing he'd spend his spare time doing. Though, having such an intrest paid him well in the terms of socializing with the other swordsmen, most of them not caring much for the kingdom, yet seeing the boys dedication, he's grown awfully close with some knights, such as yourself.

You had been there ever since he first picked up a sword, much later than your start considering you two were the same age and you'd already known how to wield the weapon, though not because of friendship. You were simply assigned to be a bodyguard of sorts, by his side all the time. While you were expected to remain formal and professional, Sword and you grew quite casual with your interactions—when alone, that is. You two would also often train together, such as right now. Though instead of striking a dummy besides eachother, today, Sword had recommended something new.

A duel.

One of sport, ofcourse, no hard feelings—though you couldn't help but feel a determination to win, given you were much better with the weapon and had been using it longer.

Swords clashing echoed through the grounds, sword stumbling back, his shoes pushing the dust aside as he tightened his hold on the sword, a dedicated, confident look in his eye before he charged at you again, raising his sword, which you quickly deflected, your sword's shining blade just grazing his shoulder plate as the prince stumbled back, preparing for another attack. Even if you thought you were winning, you acknowledged the fact this was against the rules, a small anxiety growing inside you—though you locked your focus on your opponent.