Girl Name Sandra..

Chapter Four: Challenge...

Chapter Four: Challenge...

The wooden floors creaked against her bare feet as she walked towards the window. Her arms stretched open to move the blinds from blocking the sun and the view of the wide open field of grass and flowers. Also, to see the two young men who was apparently practicing their swords fighting early that morning.

Sandra admired the view and watched a specific young man from afar; how his movements was like water- calm, but also powerful. If the young man did not have a sword in his hands nor a opponent; his movements would be mistaken as dancing.

The thought of young Anton waltzing to violins made Sandra lips tug in a small and also curious smile. Anton did not look like a man to have a passion in dancing nor going to special events that involves light music. He's a pretty boy that loves drinking, telling violent stories to friends and surround himself with beautiful woman who had no issue of not getting attached.

Sandra on the other hand, loves the special events and has a small passion for dancing. Too bad she never experienced the two before she was captured. With a light sigh, Sandra peeled her eyes off the handsome man and walked towards the door so she can start her day.

Their swords clashed together as they grunt from the impact. Their movements, quick and easy as they attack each other. Alex gritted his teeth while he watched Anton side stepped his sword.

"What's wrong my friend? Is it too early for you?" Anton teased while tripping Alex up; causing his friend's face to hit the cold and wet grass, and his sword to fly out his hands.

Alex groaned while getting on his feet, "I thought I told you to not flirt with the apprentice."

Anton raised an eyebrow at his friend's attitude, "Why does it matter if I flirt with her or not, Alex? Do you have your eyes set out for Sandra?"

Alex shook his head no while picking his sword off the ground. "My father needs her assistance for the time being, so I don't want you using her and then throwing her away like a used rag. You'll make her go mad, or drive her away with your broken promises and lies."

Anton sighed from his friend's truthful words. "Fine, I'll control myself from feeding her lies and broken promises. However, I can not say I will not stay away. A beauty like her is hard to come by nowadays- especially a virgin beauty."

"How do you know she's a virgin?" Alex questioned, making it obvious that his curiosity is clouding his judgment.

Anton lips tug into a wicked smirk, "The way she carries herself- her timid behavior and her brown eyes holds innocence. Also, she seemed rather uninterested with me last night."

Alex slowly rakes his fingers through his blonde hair that may look like a shade of gold under the morning sun. His pink fluffy lips tugged into a smile while his buff chest rumbled from laughter. "A woman finally realized you look like a troll." He teased, knowing Anton is a very handsome fellow; however, he wouldn't say that out loud. "Sandra must be really smart and has enough sense to not fall for your shit." He laughed louder than before, as if someone was tickling his stomach.

Anton was not amused with the joke, instead, he was quite irritated. "Come on, laugh it up you piece of shit. Give me a reason to punch the lies out your mouth."

Alex put a hand over his chest while he calmed down, but a smile was still left on his handsome face. "I'm done. I did not know you was sensitive over your looks."

"If I'm troll, then you're a donkey's ass. Filho da puta.." His second language; Portuguese, came out fluently- it made his looks even more defined.