Swords were drawn again.
Everyone held their breath. The lights in the arena sharpened while the people sitting in the bleachers looked at the two fighting princes with intrigue.
Amelia was one of those spectators, and so were her friends from the University.
Jennifer, who took a small washroom break because she was nearing her heat, raised her brows when she saw Amelia sitting in the fifth row with a man standing beside her, almost appearing like her assistant or servant.
"Hey Amelia," Jennifer raised her hand to catch her attention, and everyone glared at her, making her smile awkwardly in apology.
Amelia turned to the voice and smiled.
She stood from her place and walked to Jennifer.
"Hey, Luna Jennifer. Did you need anything?" she asked.
Jennifer didn't like being called Luna by her friend, but she knew it was necessary in public. She shook her head.
