Across the palace, there were whispers of the little errant lordling and the forlorn little ward. Though no one knew what exactly had caused the tension between the two children, it was all the palace staff could speak of. For so long, the two had been all but besotted with each other—connected at the hip, protecting each other.
This was the first any had heard of a possible spat between them.
Now, as power shook the very walls of the palace and ragged emotion rippled from the direction of the sparring rooms all but the most stupid or most brave escaped to safer areas of the Citadel. Those who remained hovered just outside the room, acute senses painting a story of exactly what was happening inside as they debated what to do.
For their parts, the Lord and Lady of the Citadel in question were just returning from an afternoon escape from state matters that both were a little flabbergasted at the unchecked power radiating, on the verge of decimating, a portion of their home.
They arrived at the sparring room within minutes and watched as their children fought to kill. When Toga stepped forward to intervene, Fuiasu set a hand on his wrist to hold him back. "Wait."
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