“Devlan.” I breathe his name before he passes, but he only returns his gaze to the stage.
Xander ushers me toward the stands. My legs are numb as I climb the bleachers. When we’re seated in the box, I stare at the platform below as they prepare for the match. My breathing is labored, and I grip the locket around my neck, wanting to yank it off.
Maybe Sebastian is convinced I don’t have affections for another, but he still believes that Devlan has feelings for me. He purposely staked his claim on me to infuriate Devlan before their match. Anger boils in my chest.
Xander leans into me. “Zara,” he whispers. “Devlan doesn’t fault you. He’s not angry with you, as he knows this is part of the mission. He’s angered by the situation.”
I nod slowly, my neck stiff with tension. “And if it were Fallon?” I turn my head to meet his eyes.
He groans and looks to the platform. “Sebastian would be a dead man.”
My palms slick with sweat, and I run them along my dress as Sebastian and Devlan meet in the center. The announcer waves a white flag and their swords clang together. The sound sends a tremor down my spine, and I dig my fingers into my thighs.
I watched Sebastian take on many men during the melee, but Devlan too has faced the same number and come out the victor. I don’t know how evenly matched they are, or who holds the most spite for the other. All I know is both have scores to settle.
Sebastian believes Devlan is after his betrothed, maybe even assumes it’s revenge for what he did to Devlan years back. And Devlan…what? Does he truly feel Sebastian is a threat? No. He can’t possibly. Although, he does carry the deep scar of a painful wound, and Sebastian’s bruises on my wrists and arms may have reopened it.
I grip my legs tighter as Sebastian swipes the air before him. Devlan barely lunges out of the way before Sebastian’s sword comes at him again. My breath halts. I remind myself this is a sport. A tourney. No one will be harmed.
Sebastian’s blade nicks Devlan’s wrist and red drips to the platform. A cry lodges in my throat as I bite it back. I now recall Devlan explaining that the last battles are fought with real swords. Dammit. I should’ve spoken with Devlan before he went in. I want to rush down there and plant myself between them—stop the tourney. All I can do is watch, hold my breath, and wait.
Devlan slashes his sword across Sebastian’s armored chest. The prince stumbles back. Devlan advances on him, unrelenting as he continues to attack armor. No points for the hits, but he doesn’t go for the points. He wants Sebastian weary and battered. As Devlan draws his sword above his head for another strike, Sebastian dives into him, grabbing him around the waist and taking him to the ground.
I look to the sideline, my breath stuck in my throat, waiting for someone to call Sebastian on his technicality. No one does, though, and it seems that the prince is allowed certain liberties. Of course.
Sebastian rises up and lifts his sword to deliver the killing blow.
I spring from my seat but Xander quickly pulls me back down. “Princess—” he warns. I barely hear him. Everything around me is muted as I await the final strike.
Devlan jams the hilt of his sword into Sebastian’s ribs, and the prince doubles over. Next he delivers a hard punch to Sebastian’s face. The crowd roars. Some boo; others cheer. They’re evenly divided for which man they root for.
As Devlan gets to his feet, Sebastian follows, relentlessly meeting his foe’s advancing swings. Sebastian stumbles as Devlan sends a blow to his leg, and I see his opening. Devlan has a clear shot to Sebastian’s heart.
He doesn’t take it.
I frown, studying the sloppy swing he chooses to deliver to Sebastian’s shoulder instead. While Sebastian regroups, Devlan looks to the crowd. To me.
He meets Sebastian’s sword with his own and falls back, allowing Sebastian to have the upper hand. It’s clear what he’s doing, at least to me, and certainly to Xander. He’s throwing the fight.
My chest constricts. I know how difficult this has to be for Devlan. Here, now…in front of everyone, he can lay the prince down. But he’s choosing the mission. My heart splits with pride and remorse, two halves battling. Devlan’s focused on why we’re here, and he’s doing it as much for me as for our cause.
Securing the win for Sebastian will have the prince in high spirits; I’ll have a better chance of convincing him to take me to King Hart.
Sebastian knocks Devlan to the platform and thrusts his sword down, spiking the point against the armor guarding Devlan’s heart. The regulator calls the winner. It’s Sebastian.
My head drops into my hands and I take in a deep breath before I rise and cheer for my betrothed. I force a smile on my face and join the clapping of the crowd.
“Let’s go, princess,” Xander says. “You need to congratulate the victor.”
I stand and move to the end of the row. Xander follows behind, guiding me down the risers as my eyes stay steady on the platform.
Devlan and Sebastian shake hands. Even from this distance, I see the strain on Devlan’s face. He fought a battle within himself as much as he dueled with Sebastian. And he won.
But this is just the start of our battles today.
THIRTY
The gate opens, and a line of carriages brings citizens toward the castle.