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ISABELLE'S POV— 50

ROMANTIC, THEY SAID, I CAN'T EVEN BREATHE WITH Kyler in the ring, giving me blood pressure, and my hands are glued to my chair handle. Who suggested he open the tournament? I'd like to have their head, let alone be involved with a sword challenge.

Gosh, he got my heart running away. I haven't seen Kyler hold a sword against anyone before, apart from piercing a knife into Victoria. Shit, I have to admit, he is so hot, but it scares me whenever his opponent gets him. However, Kyler won the first five rounds he fought in. He keeps winning, and I don't think he would be coming to sit beside me anytime soon.

The winner of the sword battle gets to have a dance with the queen at this night ball. And I can tell he is trying so hard to be the one. I don't mind, but I need him safe first.

"Final round! And we have His Majesty! Kyler Castiel and Leonard Jones!" I almost lost my grip and slipped from the chair I was sitting on. I know it's not possible, but what in the hell is the announcer say
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