"Eldarion please, if you aren't going to really try to fight me, then let one of the guards give it a go," Isolde declared, a mildly bored look on her face.
"I think you've frightened them all away Isolde. You must have battled each one of them by this point. It's almost a rite of passage for them. Besides, Have you ever thought that maybe you're just too good a swordsman for me, that maybe I just can't beat you?" He replied, feigning exhaustion.
"Well, I've thought of it once or twice, but then I remember that you have elven blood in you, never mind the fact that you've obtained the skills of the best swordsman I know," She shot back, her emerald eyes giving him a hard, yet slightly hurt look. As she turned away from her long time friend, he noticed the way her long blonde hair wisped about in the cool breeze, the sunlight catching it in just a way that revealed the reddish hue that she received from her father's side. He ran at her, weapon raised above his head. She whirled about in the nick of time and connected her blade with his, a devilish grin on her face. They fought for a short while before he backed her against the stone wall of the courtyard. With her sword-wielding arm pinned against her chest and his face a mere few inches away from hers he smirked, "Was that challenge enough for you, or shall we continue?"
"If you keep giving me the option, you'll be sparring me all day," She whispered softly, searching his pale grey eyes with her own.
"Then I'm afraid I must be off. Besides, your father did want you back before sunset, didn't he?" He said, gazing at the sinking sun. "I think he mentioned there being an early birthday present in store for you. After all, it's not every day a lady turns eighteen," He said smiling. He loosened his grip on her wrist and stepped back.
"Farewell then Eldarion. May the kings of old ever bless you," She jested, bending into a grand curtsey. He chuckled and returned with a mocked bow before kissing her hand lightly.