Cole rolled his eyes. “She’s going to kick your- Too late.”
Sylvester lay at Ingrid’s feet.
She sheathed her sword. “You’d be better if you practiced more. Lord Aldarius went to a lot of trouble and expense to bring such a great swordsman here.”
Sylvester glanced at Cole’s sister sitting in the grass reading. “Maybe I should choose an opponent more my level. Like Lady Onyx.”
“She wipes the floor with me,” Ingrid said.
Sylvester looked impressed. “Maybe there is someone that can beat Prince William.”
“Too bad we’ll never know.” The ice in Cole’s words ended the discussion.