But she did not say it. She kept walking. Her face was composed. Her back was straight. Her sword was at her hip.
She had won.
And then she collided with him.
She did not see him. She was looking at the ground. Processing. Breathing. Her shoulder hit something solid. Not a wall. Not a post. A person. She stumbled. She looked up.
Her eyes widened.
Prince Goliath.
He stood before her. He was tall. Taller than her. He was dressed in white and gold. The Crown Prince's colors. His hair was blond. Perfect. His face was beautiful. Chiseled. Cold. His eyes were blue. Ice blue. The blue of a winter sky that promised frostbite. He looked down at her with the expression of a man who has never been denied anything in his life.
Behind him stood two knights. Royal Guards. Silver armor. Hands on sword hilts. Their faces were blank. Professional. But their eyes flicked to Sera. To her sword. To the sweat on her brow.
"You should watch where you walk," Goliath said.
