In Honour.

The sword wavered in her hand.  She wavered.  He would see that she lose everything.  He was all blood and lust.  Honour was at stake.  There was no honour and pride in him.  If she fought, she could lose everything.  She was a girl.  She stepped back, her sword down.   Honour, Pride, they were hers.

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