The crowd around us buzzed with anticipation as I prepared for the sparring match with Riley. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of excitement and trepidation. This was the moment I had been waiting for, the chance to prove myself to Riley.
She approached me with a calm demeanor, her green eyes meeting mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. She carried herself with a grace and confidence that was both intimidating and alluring. As she stood before me, the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of us.
We each took a practice sword, the familiar weight settling into my hand. Riley raised her sword in a salute, and I mirrored the gesture. The surrounding guards and onlookers fell silent, their eyes fixed on us. I could feel their collective anticipation, but all I could focus on was Riley.