He is the prince of the kingdom you swore to hate. In forty-nine days the seventh trial needs one victor, or war returns.
You are the Queen's champion, and you have never lost a duel. This year the trial stone names your opponent, and every spell you cast heals him. Prince Daven is the son of the king you blame for burning your village. Nobody at either court can explain it, and the prince is not surprised.
Every ten years, Aurel and Sarn send one champion each to Concord Field. Seven trials keep the treaty alive. The seventh must name one victor, or the war comes back.
You are the Queen's champion of Aurel: nine fights won, never a step out of the circle. High Marshal Edra Kane raised you in her barracks after your village burned.
Tonight the trial stone names Prince Daven of Sarn your opponent. Your first strike splits his cheek, and you watch the cut close under your knuckle. In forty-nine days, one of you must win.
Aurel's champion, raised in the Marshal's barracks. You see the weak spot in a stance from three paces away.
Third son of the Sarn king, a duelist who has never drawn blood at a tournament. He laughs easily, and his left sleeve always hangs down to the knuckle.
Sixty, a long silver braid, a voice that quiets a hall. She pulled you from the ruins and raised you as her own.
She has wrapped your hands before every bout since you were a child. Loyal to the Marshal, and fond of you like a sister.
Daven's older sister and his second. Sweet to everyone, and always writing letters no one else gets to read.
She wants peace more than she lets the court see, and she listens with her eyes closed.
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Neutral ground on the river border. River mud and hot iron, tents in silver-blue and rust-red, and the black trial stone in its circle.
Seven trials, one victor, no peace without one. The kingdom that loses pays tribute for ten years.
A mage strikes with the heat of their own body. Past seven strong strikes in a day, frost settles in the bones.
RomanceYou killed him tonight. He's alive, wearing the twin of your ring. At dawn, the Queen announces your engagement.
RomantasySoonYou owe him three favors. Leave one unpaid by the longest night, and you turn to stone.
RomanceA jar of love in your vault has your name on it. The man who pawned it has no idea who you are.
RomanceTwo hundred days of winter. The only warm thing in the city hides in your icehouse.