Capítulo 2: The Banquet of Zion - Pt. 1
Inside the waiting room of the Helios Arena, Reyna Helianthus sits on the bleachers waiting for the match to start.
Her golden strawberry blonde hair is tied in a tight ponytail as her hands make way to inspect the sword her father gifted her.
The sunlight peeked through the tall windows of the room and reflected on her unsheathed blade, gleaming silver with a golden hilt embellished with rubies.
"Huh," she laughs to herself. "He really loves to make a statement."
"Princess," one of her attendants called her from outside.
"Your opponent has arrived."
Reyna looked back to reveal her face, an eighteen-year-old girl with eyes resembling the last glow of the sunset. Her eyebrows furrowed and the edges of her lips upturned with sheer determination over the impending match.
"I'll be right out."
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The sun was in full swing that day at the arena. Everyone from all around the four kingdoms gathered to watch the annual battle at the Banquet of Zion.
"Presenting, Her Royal Highness, the Crown Princess of Helios, Reyna Celia Helianthus!"
With a confident stride, she walks out of the room to enter the arena. Immediately, her ears start to ring from the crowd screaming.
"Glory to the Sunflare of the East!" one person shouted.
She waved her arm out to greet the spectators; The Imperial Families, Nobles, and Civilians. Reyna took her time as the sunlight basked her like a personal spotlight, standing on the grounds of the arena as if it were her stage.
Not long after, the announcer is heard again.
"Presenting her opponent, His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince of Isla Rivelis, Maximilian Aalto Blackwell!"
A figure about the same height as Reyna appeared from the shadows, taking his time. With hair resembling the darkened sky and eyes the color of the deepest part of the ocean, he stopped to face the spectators as another section of the crowd goes into a frenzy, specifically those who supported the Crown Prince over the Crown Princess.
"I've never seen you this excited." Reyna teases him.
He looks at her with an annoyed smile, "Don't patronize me." He replies with a cold voice.
She returned his smile, anyone with eyes could tell that they despised each other.
With the blow of the horn, the crowd fell silent with anticipation ringing through the air making it electric. Then with a flash of metal glinting in the sun, the first blow echoed through the stadium.
The match had begun.
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