The Duke couldn't believe it. He had been defeated by Magnus. The mere thought of it filled him with a burning anger that he couldn't shake. He had been so confident, so sure of himself, and yet he had been bested by the young prince. He couldn't understand how it had happened. How had Magnus become so powerful and skilled?
He gazed down at the bandaged wound on his arm, a constant reminder of the fight. The memory of it was still fresh in his mind, and every time he thought about it, his anger would flare. He remembered the way Magnus had moved, the way he had dodged and parried, the way he had outmaneuvered him at every turn. He couldn't believe that he had lost to him.
As he sat there, lost in thought, the Duke's anger only continued to grow. He couldn't accept that Magnus had taken C
