Stop seducing me!

"Give me your sword! I want to spar!" I exclaimed, my voice rising in frustration.

Lately, I felt an overwhelming urge to engage in activities like sword fighting, horse riding, running through the forest, and climbing high trees and mountains. It was as if my heart craved the thrill of nature. Was it my baby? Was my little one yearning for these adventures through me?

It had to be! Since this was what my baby wanted, I was more than willing to do so...

"Give me your sword, Ethan," I insisted again.

But Ethan just stood there, his lips pressed together, looking unsure. "Sister, why don't you—"

Suddenly, a wave of anger washed over me. "Oh, are you going to defy me now? Have you grown too big to listen to your sister, huh?"

I glared at him.

Ethan's face changed instantly; he looked panicked. "No, of course not..." he stammered.