Bleed for the throne| 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘴

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𝟓 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫
Aemma and Lucerys stood together in the training yards, their swords clashing in an intricate dance of steel. They were evenly matched, each holding back just enough to avoid causing serious harm to the other. Daemon, watching from the sidelines, was growing increasingly frustrated with their display.

He called out to them, his voice cutting through the air like a whip. "Stop holding back! You aren't going to learn anything if you're afraid to hurt each other."

"Aemma!" Daemon exclaimed, his voice sharp with annoyance. "You have the skill to take your brother down in a real fight, so why are you holding back?"

He then turned his attention to Lucerys. "And you," he said, his tone hardening. "You have the advantage of being slightly bigger and stronger than her. Why are you being so gentle? This is not a dance. This is practice, and you need to learn to fight like you mean it."

Lucerys and Aemma both looked back and forth at each other. They'd always gone easy on each other growing up, but it seems like Daemon wasn't going to let up as easily. They took a deep breath, readying themselves for what they were about to embark on.

"Fine." Lucerys said, his grip on his sword tightening slightly as he prepared himself to fight Aemma with more ferocity than ever before.

Daemon watched as Lucerys and Aemma squared up again, this time with a newfound intensity in their movements. They circled each other like predators, their eyes locked on their opponent's every move.

As they began to clash, it was clear that the gloves were off. Lucerys was no longer holding back, his strikes coming with more force than before. Aemma, sensing the change, met him blow for blow with a fierce determination of her own.

The two siblings dueled fiercely, their swords ringing out in a frenzied symphony of metal against metal. Every clash sent sparks flying into the air, and the air was filled with the grunts and gasps of their exertions.

They were still evenly matched, though. Despite Lucerys' greater strength, Aemma was quicker and more agile, dodging and parrying with a grace and skill that left her twin frustrated.

Lucerys gritted his teeth as Aemma slipped past his guard yet again, barely avoiding getting hit. He knew he had to change his approach if he was going to win.

He lunged forward, feinting right before swinging his sword towards her left side. Aemma tried to dodge, but Lucerys had anticipated her move, and his sword connected with her shoulder with a resounding slice.

Aemma stumbled back, grimacing in pain as she rubbed her shoulder where Lucerys had hit her. Daemon, watching from the sidelines, gave a satisfied nod.

"Now you're getting it," he called out, his voice carrying over the sound of their sparring. "Don't hold back. Fight to win."

Aemma rolls her shoulder pushing back the pain and gets back in her stance. Lucerys felt a pang of guilt as he saw Aemma wincing in pain from his strike. But he knew he couldn't afford to hold back if he wanted to win. He readied himself, bracing for her next attack.

Aemma lunged forward, her sword whistling through the air as she aimed a blow at Lucerys' side. Lucerys ducked out of the way, evading her attack with a quick sidestep.

The two siblings continued to fight, their blows growing more intense with each passing minute. The sound of their swords clashing echoed through the training grounds, punctuated only by the grunts and gasps of their exertions.

As they fought, it became clear that there was more at stake than simply who would win this sparring match. This was a battle of wills, a test of their determination to prove themselves to Daemon.