Aiden
Lucien made him wait for the first mistake.
Aiden had expected pressure from the opening signal. Instead, the prince took one measured step, set his guard and left enough distance between them to make an attack feel like a decision.
Three clean touches decided the Crown bout. So did a clear exit from the fighting area.
Aiden knew both rules. Lucien appeared willing to let him choose which one would become troublesome first.
He moved left.
Lucien turned with him.
No flame. No opening worth taking.
The people behind the rail began to settle. Aiden heard a cough, a scrape of boots, someone calling his name from farther up the seats.
He kept his eyes on Lucien's guard.
The distance was close enough to tempt a quick step and wide enough to make the step visible. Aiden changed the angle instead, testing whether Lucien would follow with his feet or leave the point to cover him.
The prince moved only as much as he needed.
