"I mean… I humiliated you. I shouldn't have won and made the knights distrust your strength…"
Soren sighed, shaking his head.
"Seriously?" He scoffed. "I truly don't understand where you all come up with this. Humiliating me? As if."
"Then why did you leave right after the spar without congratulating me?" Oliver finally looked up, his eyes damp, tears threatening to fall at any moment.
"That was because I had a meeting. Refrain from assuming things and come talk to me like you did now, alright?" Soren smiled faintly.
The captain nodded.
"And put that sword back in your sheath."
Oliver sprang to his feet, picking up the sword and putting it back in its sheath.
"You deserve punishment for this behaviour. I can't allow someone who aimed at my neck to wander freely around the palace," Soren began, his gaze unwavering.
Oliver swallowed hard, his heart racing rapidly.
"Y-Your—"
