~Trinity's POV~
We had all decided we'd fight with swords to the death. It would be much easier that way and we'd all been trained to yield and fight with a sword. I'd been taught by my father when he'd take me out of the kingdom to one of the practice rings in Ambrose. He insisted I learn to protect myself and he was especially adamant about it after mother's death. I never refused. Any time I could spend with him was one that a cherished.
"I want my fathers' sword back," Serene insisted, looking up at Zeph who took his seat back in the throne. He kept his eyes fixed on me, scrutinizing me from head to toe. I didn't know how I felt about his hatred towards me. I had my own detestation towards him for orchestrating everything today. But I have to be honest. I would have felt better fight
