"This is real fighting, Amra" Kell growled. "No words, only strength and cold steel. Do you understand now?"
Ameira's mouth morphed from open and panting to a wide, satisfied grin. Her teeth glowed from the light reflected off Kell's perfectly polished sword. She enjoyed the way Kell's face pinched together like molding clay.
"What's so funny, princess?"
"Simple, dear Kell," Ameira replied, panting slightly. "You will be happy to know that I have taken your lovely speech to heart." Kell's brows only furrowed even more. "You see, while you spoke, you were paying no heed to your dagger's location."
Ameira pressed the blade ever so slightly harder against Kell's torso, sharp tip threatening to make a hole in the flimsy linen. Kell's hawk eyes widened more than Ameira had ever seen before. A rush of pride ran through her veins. To get one over on the warrior was truly the stuff of dreams. But they quickly narrowed once more, golden brown barely seen through her contempt. Yet her cheeks kept their slightly flushed palor.
"That's dishonourable," said Kell.
"There is no honour with a real enemy, Kell" Ameira replied, still grinning like a particularly pleased viper. "Only survival or death."
Okay so I am SO excited about this commission. I've had the idea for this piece in my head for a long while and now thanks to the incredible @littlesmartart it's finally real!! And it's looks so fucking good omg. This could essentially be summarized as "flirting is 1000x better when potentially lethal." A good chunk of this book is just my manifesto about the inherent eroticism of swords lol. This is a (very rough) little excerpt from my painstakingly slow developing manuscript. No guarantee it'll stay this way when if I finish it. But I hope y'all enjoy my sword dueling lesbians!!











