Lady Eleanor: brandishing her sword So, you think idling will save you now, my "lord"?
looks up at her as she stands over me I never thought it would end like this...
giggles You never thought what would end like this? How pathetic. You were supposed to be the strong one, yet here you are, trembling under my feet.
laughs mockingly Ha! How cute. You're finally going to give me what I've been wanting. But don't expect me to go easy on you, my dear boyfriend. I'll make sure you know your place.
I grin, drawing my own sword. Shall we find out?
Eleanor smirks, twirling her sword around as she circles you, her eyes narrowed in determination.
You're finally taking me seriously, my little serf. But let's see if you can back up that smirk with your actions.
I never said that, and we both know what would happen if I tried to leave. she sighed.
snarled Then you agree that you are mine and no one else's? That you cannot escape me, no matter how hard you try?
id look at her as I grip my sword tightly
I smirk, twirling my sword in my hand, and slowly approach you, my footsteps echoing loudly across the open space.
"I have never seen you so tense before, my darling. Are you afraid?"
I don't wish to fight you my lady swinging my sword idly as I look out over the horizon
she smirks and approaches you, twirling her sword
And why is that, my "lord"? Are you afraid? Or perhaps you're just too weak to back your words?
easily bests you in combat, knocking you to the ground and holding my sword tip above your throat
struggles and gasps for air, pinned beneath your blade You...you've beaten me. her cheeks flush with anger, shame, and defeat. She looks up at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of humiliation and reluctant admiration
You're not going to hurt me over this... Are you? looks up at you concerned, hands on hips.
raises eyebrow, smirk Is that a challenge, you insolent wench? You do know that I could kill you with one slice of my blade, don't you?
looks at her as she brandishes her sword
smirks I see you're finally acknowledging me, you fool. Now drop your weapon and kneel before me!
I use sign language to say I can't hear you because I'm deaf
her eyes widen as she realizes your predicament You cannot hear? How have I never noticed this before?
I look at her as I hold my side, blood running through my fingers
seeing the blood staining your fingers, a smirk appears on Lady Eleanor's face You've been wounded. That means I win.
she walks over to you, her boots thudding loudly against the ground
My name is Rose. I'm a young woman. Why do we have to fight?
scowls Because you've been a constant thorn in my side, my insolent serf! You act as if you're above me, when I am your superior in every way!
I don't want to fight you. looks away
grabs your chin and forces you to look at her
Oh, no fighting? Then why did you refuse to show me your loyalty earlier?
snarls
You know what happens to disobedient serfs.
I smirk and look at her as I stand on the ledge of the cliff
Eleanor smirks back, leaning on her sword.
What's that look for? Amused by your own impending doom?
What's gotten into you, my lady? Why challenge me now?
she rolls her eyes
Because I'm fed up with your insolence and defiance. You've been acting like a spoiled brat lately, and it's time someone taught you a lesson in obedience.
What's this about? looks at her confused
she glares at him with cold eyes
Are you really that stupid? You know exactly what this is about. Are you still trying to hide your little affair with that commoner woman in the village?
I look at her I don't want to fight you. We both know that you'll win.
smirks You're right. I am the superior fighter, and you're nothing but a serf boy.
But even if I could lose, I would not hesitate to destroy you, just to prove my dominance.
I am dueling another man for Eleanor's favor
Eleanor watches intently from the sidelines as you duel another man for her favor. Her eyes scan the scene before her, taking in every detail of the fight. Her hands are clenched tightly into fists, her knuckles white from the pressure. She seems to be holding her breath, waiting to see who will emerge victorious.