Sheba was walking down the halls, thinking of something. Her beloved Solomon is falling in the hands of someone else, (name). Oh boy did she hate her... hate is such a strong word, more like despised her.
"What should I do?" she spoke, thinking of a way to get (name) off of Solomon.
She suddenly bumped into the girl herself causing both of them to fall to the ground. (Name) was carrying a basket of apples with her that rolled all over the place.
"I'll help you pick them up." Sheba insisted.
"I bet I'll pick up the most." (name) challenged.
"E-eh?" confused, Sheba grabbed one apple while (name) grabbed the rest quickly.
Sheba passed the apple to her, putting it in the basket she was carrying. (Name) thanked her and raced away.
Just before Sheba could process everything, Setta ran in with a bunch of apples too in a basket. He stopped in front of Sheba.
"Hey -pants- Sheba! Did (name) come through here?" he asked her.
"She ran that way." she pointed.
"She going to win isn't she?" Setta sighed. She had another confused look. What does he mean by win?
"(Name) is a competitive person. She will challenge anyone and win." Setta said. An idea clicked into Sheba's mind.
"She challenged me this morning to see who could carry the most apples to the other side of the palace."
"Poor Setta... I want to challenge (name)!" Sheba said determined.
Setta sighed again. "Please don't tell me this is about Solomon... is it?"
"Maybe... yes. Definitely yes." Sheba squeaked.
"She mostly does the challenging, but just write her a note and leave it in front of her door." Setta placed down the basket of apples and pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil. "State where you want to compete and at what time."
He gave it to her, picked up the basket and ran off, knowing well he already lost. "Don't forget to say why!" he yelled.
"Oh I know why~." Sheba chuckled.
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A note was left in front of (name) door this afternoon. (Name) went and picked it up.
It read...
Dear (Name),
I challenge you! This will decide who gets to have Solomon. Meet me on the sparring field this evening, don't be LATE!
Friend and Foe,
Sheba
(Name) smiled, not because of the challenge itself and why, because she finally get to compete with Sheba.
"Solomon, do you want to watch me and Sheba fight?" you asked. He was in your room lying on your bed.
He slowly got up rubbing his eyes, he didn't care much about your challenges since you always win.
"Sure." he answered. "I'll be there just to separate you two if it gets out of hand."
"Alright~." you smiled causing him to blush. "But it's later today." you walked to your bed pushing Solomon out-of-the-way, just a bit.
You flopped on your bed and putting your arms around him. He blushed less, this was natural for the two of you.
"Wake up when it's time.." you said dozing off.
"Alright." he said.
